Long Distance.

14 hours
I have to admit, I am getting more and more sick of this long distance business. I am on the van galder-- going home to be alone... or with people that are not matt.

It's hard doing this. First off, it's hard because to see him, one of us as to pack a suitcase. That part's eased off because now we both keep clothes at the other's house.

Second off, one of us is, at the end of the day, going to have to budge... errrr.. compromise on this location business. or we can just fly back and forth all the time.... right? wrong. That is not sustainable. For starters: I was in the Minot airport at 3... I am on the bus now... 7 hours later. He might as well live in England as far as I am concerned... it takes the same amount of time to get there with layovers etc.. I would say that given the distance factor-- we see each other a whole lot. But still- I want to go to lunch with him tomorrow... and I can't.
wah wah wah.

I guess, that's life.

I kind of thought, moving home, that once things were sorted, I would live half my year in CA and half my year in IL. That sounded like a good schedule to me. Now, I don't see that happening. It's strange how happiness can wreck on your plans, isn't it.