of same-zone loving
Three years ago, I was in my hometown on Java, moving towards my wedding at a pace that felt like sludging through extra-creamy peanut butter.
After giving our collective carbon footprint the finger and jetplaning a shameless trail between our Europe-North America-Asia trifecta, it was finally in sight — the end of the last and most miserable stint of long-distance.
For the better part of four years, we had woken up in different time zones and made the illogical choice to love in absentia. Kind of romantic. Kind of ridiculous. Kind of something Nicholas Sparks might have thought up, give or take a fatal illness or two.
These days we wake up in the same mellow summer light – or rainstorm, if the weatherman is being ornery – and I still blink five times very quickly to make sure my eyelids aren’t keeping me hostage in a dream. They aren’t. And I’m ever so glad.
{Image of us by the marvelous Heschle}
Oh, that’s so sweet. Happy for you two…
Love this post. Having brothers who did the same around the world across the globe I got a picture of the misery and sheer joy of long distance relationships. You write beautifully!
The joy/misery duo is it, exactly — I don’t recommend it to anyone who isn’t strong-willed and completely smitten.
From a distance we were lofting prayers for you in that lonely season, bride-prayers and groom-prayers and together-prayers too. We love the fact that your GPS coordinates are now remarkably similar. Here’s to many more awakenings for you two, rain or shine…
Sigh.
Your time will come lovey. (:
i was hoping that was what this post was about, given the title. beautiful thoughts. may god in his grace allow you to ever wake up that way.
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what a marvelous photo! i’m glad that you are reunited for good (hopefully). kuddos to you for four years of long distance…that sounds really awful!
another beautifully talented piede of heart writing, a love expression of high quality
I love your creative writing Val. I love the rhythm and poetic estatics!
Keep on going. Hug, Marloes
Thank you for your kind words, Marloes!
I only had to deal with a 5 hours distance and only for 8 months. Kudos for you! And I’m glad you’re happily together now.
Kudos back at ya, Krysten! I think sometimes the “closer-by” long-distance messes with your head more. For one of the 4 years I was in France and the Man was in the Netherlands — close enough to visit every month, but still not close enough to visit every weekend. That was tough.
Love the post, love the picture!
Reread this just to partake in the sweetness again ^^
(:
beautifull la!
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I’ve just embarked on my own transatlantic LDR, and I must say, I admire your resolve and success.
Godspeed til you’re together again!