Long distance relationships are difficult. I learned that last year; me being in Santa Cruz and my girlfriend being in LA. This year is harder/easier. I know what to expect from the long distance. I’m better at how to love from afar. I know how to deal with my insecurities. I know how to trust. I know how to deal with loneliness. I also know how to appease her insecurities and worries. It’s infinitely harder though, because I have no phone service here. My new apartment and my cell phone don’t mix well at all.
It’s very hard for her. I can tell. She doesn’t have anyone to talk to and each day is taking it’s toll. My landline is lost in the mail and the internet requires me to be in front of my computer for several hours just to wait and see if she’s available. The only way for us to talk is for me to walk 15 minutes down the street and call her from a campus bench. So, we don’t talk as much.
It’s hard for me. I also don’t have anyone to talk to. I’m restricted to talking and hanging out with my roommates that I met two weeks ago. I don’t have anyone to indulge in. I have no one to confide in. And I have no one to be comfortable with. Conversations are so much more appreciated now that I can’t have them. Losing service in a relatively foreign place isn’t just losing service, it’s the abutting equivalent to losing my girlfriend, my best friend, my parents and all those that I love and can’t get in contact with.
