030217 - One Month, Eight Days


It's been a while since I last wrote here, hasn't it? Quite a bit of time has already passed - the English New Year is way over, and we're a week into Chinese New Year (traditionally, Chinese New Year is supposed to last about 23 days). 

I've been working at my new job since the start of the year, and I'm quite happy to report that (I think) I'm mostly settled in and working fine. I don't believe I've mentioned this, but I'm a writer for a trade magazine of sorts. It took a while for me to get used to the industry and the content, but I think I'm adapting okay and I do quite enjoy this job. My boss is really, my colleagues are awesome and they've really made me feel welcome to the team and the office.

Panda and I are currently working things out in a long distance relationship. 
It's... Not easy.

It's really no secret that long distance isn't an easy hurdle for any relationship to have to overcome, and I'll be completely honest - I loathe being so far away from him. I loathe being in different timezones, and not being able to meet him like I always do. 

I think the physical distance is the worst bit, though - it kills me that I can't hug him, or hold his hand, or kiss him. That's the most difficult part of being in an LDR. 

He flew home shortly after Christmas, and it's been a little over a month now that we've been giving this LDR thing a shot. We do just about everything we know that couples in LDRs do - we call every night no matter how short a call it is (he keeps me company till I fall asleep, but there are nights when I doze off minutes after we call), we keep each other informed of the things we do, we discuss things so that we minimise risk of misunderstandings, we tell each other how much we love and miss the other. 

It's difficult because it's just not enough. I've never been more thankful for the age that we live in now because the internet is so much more accessible as compared to how things were less than 8 years ago. It's so much cheaper and easier to call someone on the other side of the world, and it's true when they say that this really helps to lessen the distance.

It's just that it's also true how nothing can take the place of physical comfort. When I'm down it's difficult to feel comforted by someone who can only look at you through a screen instead of hug you when you need it. 

All the same, we've managed to survive our first month (and a little bit) of being so far away from each other, so here's hoping that the rest of this distance thing works out well enough. We're both counting the days till he flies back - tears will be guaranteed when I finally see him again - but till then we'll make do with what we have, the same way that we always have. 

And when we see each other again, we'll both know that the struggle of being in this LDR will be worth it. 

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