Yeah well...I really don't call R my "boyfriend," not in any seriousness, anyway....but he is back from Norway where he has been for the last seven days visiting his daughter. This is the longest separation we have had and also the most "complete" one in terms of no cell phone, no regular e-mail...and it was hard! I've been perversely proud of how very,very independent I am when we have been apart before...he's traveled, I've traveled...and I've bragged a bit on how we don't "need" to talk every day....I'm cool that way, you know, not a glommy sort of girl at all, at all. Well, Norway is a very far away place to send this person I love fiercely and rather newly still. And I found myself falling back my old routines of energizer bunnyhood. My schedule, I've discovered, will allow itself to be filled in nicely without much effort. I had something every night and several events on the weekend, including a trip to the Big City and back. I cleaned and gardened, putzed and fiddled. It was not a bad seven day stretch, but by Sunday I was wearing down and starting to feel like I might just glom a bit when I saw him again!
And last night he came home safe and sound. When I saw the little red car pull in to the driveway I turned into sort of a puddle. I don't care so much if I am cool, or independent or even if I am displaying some incipient glomminess for a moment or two. I know we will be apart for times again. It is the nature of our lives that we will be called to go separate places and do individual things. That is good and as it should be. We might even be on different continents again at some point, time zones apart. And when we return we will share our adventures. In Arizona I was attacked by a cactus (a misadventure about which R much enjoys teasing me) and loved the Grand Canyon. In Norway, R climbed a mountain and stuck his feet in the sea, about which I am duly impressed. But for now, across town is far enough, and if I get a vote, I think I'd like our adventures to be shared ones for the next little while.