We have learned that it takes extra work for couples to stay connected when there is 5,000 miles and lots of things to do in between them. The closer deadlines get, the more there is to do, and the more exhaustion sets in. Sleep becomes more vital than spending time. Waking up early leads to "please, baby, can I sleep just a little bit longer".
Stephen and I make time to talk at least a bit every day. It keeps us connected. It helps so much when things get overwhelming. It shares the load.
This weekend, Dar and I are going to Las Vegas for a wedding weekend. We are leaving to drive there on Friday, wedding craziness on Saturday, and leaving to drive home on Sunday. Stephen will spend his weekend at the WyeFayre, a three day music festival in Wye, a small town near-ish to Canterbury. We are both going to be very busy. Neither of us will be taking computers. It will be the first weekend that we won't talk in a while. Perhaps a few one-off text messages, but no talking.
On some level, its good. We both need to go and do things separately. I am glad to be going (except for the drive, and the heat... supposed to be 111 F in Las Vegas this weekend... and that is not hot, comparatively.) I am glad that HE is going (though a very very tiny bit jealous... I love music festivals. Perhaps next year I'll get to go too.) And yet, there is that other level that is bogged down in moving muck and being overwhelmed that feels a touch of panic. Will my equation still work without my constant?
I know this is silly. It is a weekend, not a month. We are not /always/ going to want to be around each other every minute; that's not healthy, or even really fun sounding. But it tells me something that things are messy and overwhelming, and the lifeline I reach for to keep me from going under is him.
So here is to weekends floating unfettered and bobbing adrift. Just because my constant is rocking out at a music festival doesn't mean he does not exist at this point. It just means that the music is good.
I'll make us both tell you about our respective great times upon our return.
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Oh! And did I mention that Ashley comes home on Sunday, too?!?! Yay!!!!
Friday, 6 July 2007
The Weekend...
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I didn't know where else to post this, except here. I must admit I barely know any of you, and my only connection is much thinner than blood. Nevertheless, I must voice some concern. Up until this weekend I was totally fine with the move. I figured I'd see you all about the same as I ever do, and that's all I should be concerned about. That was until the thought hit me, "What the hell are they gonna EAT?" I mean, England isn't exactly known for its fine cuisine--unless you count tea, which isn't /totally/ English. The more I think of it, the more I fear that y'all will starve either physically or financially (from eating out); after all, when I think of Brits I picture Mick Jagger and the Spice Girls, who might as well be animated stick figures. PLEASE reassure me, or I will feel totally guilty if I can't send you a weekly care package of real food!
Not to worry... I could totally live off of myself for like three years!
Not really... and not to worry. Stephen cooks very very well, as do I. We wont starve. I promise.
(If worse comes to worse, there is always any one of the millions of curry houses there... curry is YUMMY!)
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