It has been a week and a bit since Mr Significant Other has packed his bags to spend an X number of months in Australia for work.
The time difference is an absolute killer, for starters. Eight fecking hours is quite a bitch of mammoth proportions. Besides that, he is incredibly busy with whatever he is doing over there, so there is not a lot of time to chat and catch up. I understand that completely. Work is work, and he is one of those people who throws himself at work. Which I think is admirable. I don’t know many people who are as driven as him.
Yesterday, however, we had a bit of a Meh Moment over Skype after I said I felt kind of cut off from him and his life over there. I am a communicator by trade and a master in multi-tasking. No matter how busy I am, I always find the time to send texts and what ever. Not everyone works that way, and I will have to accept that.
Anyway, he managed to explain how busy he has been over the past days. It had been literally working from 7am (his time) until God knows what silly time at night due to all sorts of functions, meetings and other work stuff.
I felt really shitty and a tad guilty afterwards. Oh, and stupid too.
Then again: lots (too much?) gets lost in translation when two people are separated by half a planet. You miss the subtleties. I am sure everyone who has bene in this situation can verify that.
I must add that that last week’s stupid Blackberry outage did not exactly help our cross continental communication flow. As a result, I am now exploring my options in iPhone land. The last thing I need is another piece of unreliable technology and communication equipment. I am already dealing with a crappy Telkom connection, shoddy Vodacom and other issues such as a faulty new Skype download which quits on you at any given time in a conversation. The joys of living in a developing country.
Anyway, I am not one of those women who expect their men to be available to Skype 2/7. I have got my work (journalism, writing my Grandfather’s World War 2 story, and other things) and life too. But I can’t help missing My Person sometimes. And I am still a woman, after all – one that is sometimes struggling with the usual female insecurities.
I am 100% sure we will make through this Long Distance Relationship phase of our lives. This is not the end of the world (although that is exactly where he is at the moment 🙂 ) and luckily I will see him at the end of next month for an entire month. Looking forward to that. Very much so.