I've never thought I'd see the day I'd be the other half of a long distance relationship. I wouldn't even consider getting involved with someone if I couldn't see them regularly. But, in about a week, I will be losing my boyfriend to California -- an entirely different coast, time zone and world.
Fun fact: California is 36 hours away from Georgia. That's 2453 miles. Driving would take about three days and a plane tickets costs about $500. What that means is that I am totally freaking out.
I've looked at my situation two ways, trying to figure out what I'm getting myself into: the optimist vs. the realist.
The optimist says, "This'll make your relationship stronger. There are plenty of ways to keep in touch.The time difference isn't so bad. People do this all the time. It's not that big of a deal. Now you'll have more time to spend with your friends! You won't be sad and lonely nearly as much as you think. Plus, absence makes the heart grow fonder."
The realist (okay, pessimist) says, "Long distance relationships never work. Will your schedules ever align? How do you know what's really going on? What happens when you want to cuddle (this is a legitimate concern, btw)? What if he meets someone? What if you meet someone? You're so young anyway. Maybe this is a good time to take a break and figure out more about yourself."
As you can see, it's a real battle in my head these days.
I've spent the last four years of my life being secure in my relationship and enjoying the small, daily moments. My comfortable routine will be gone. I'm not sure what it'll be like, and really, I think that's my biggest fear. I don't know what's going to happen. Period.
I'll just have to wait and see how things unravel. If you guys have any words of advice for situation I'm in, please, help a girl out.
