Welcome back, Glitteratis, after the longest absence I've taken from this blog since its inception four years ago.
There were many reasons for the absence, and I vaguely recall turning 30 somewhere in there, but suffice it to say that when major life events occur, as a blogger you have two choices:
1. Write about it.
2. Don't write about it.
In this case, there was so much happening in such a condensed period of time that I went with #2, publicly at least.
There's a lot that I am choosing to not write about right now, mostly to give my loved ones the privacy they need, but there's one thing that I can totally write about and that is the fact that in the midst of everything else that's been going on, The Gentleman's work informed him that he is being relocated. Overseas. For two years.
Now, to be fair, this is not such a huge surprise. There's been a chance of this happening since we started dating over a year and a half ago. I just didn't expect it to happen when it did. The timing was less than spectacular, although I'm not sure there's really a spectacular time for your significant other to turn to you and say, "Hey guess what, I totally love you, and I totally have to move to this other country for two years and you totally can't go with me because we're not married."
Poop.
But, since The Gentleman is pretty much my favorite person on this earth, and since he asked me so very, very nicely, it appears that we will be spending the next two years together but living 8 time zones apart. This is not as bad as it seems for a few very notable reasons:
1. I am going to get to travel. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. When your boyfriend moves overseas to take an incredible job offer and you can't go with him, it's a silver lining that you get to go on all kinds of amazing trips to see one another. I mean, it's only fair, right? Alright, fine, I'll temporarily give up "Horror Movie Sunday," where we cook dinner and watch scary movies, for two years if it means I'm going to get some kick-ass vacations out of it. Travel being one of my favorite things, and all.
2. I have a totally exciting plan to give birth. To a book, that is. With The Gentleman overseas, I'll suddenly have a lot of free time, and I've decided that that free time needs a structure beyond watching too much Netflix and having extensive conversations with my cats. Also, The Gentleman is making me write a book. Also, Lee is making me write a book. Also, I am making myself write a book. READYSETGO, CREATIVITY!!
3. I am so going to get to exhibit all of my secret single behaviors with all the benefits of having a loving, caring, supportive significant other. I'm going to get to not shave my legs for weeks on end and totally eat scrambled eggs with salsa out of a coffee mug for dinner five nights in a row if I want, and still receive the gratification of getting to Skype/text/email/chat/visit with my favorite person. Because he can't see my legs on Skype! (Obviously that's a reference to the whole leg-shaving thing. That was terrible syntax. I'm going to have to work on things like that for that book I'm gonna write.)
Ok, so there you have 3 reasons why this won't suck so horribly. There are also many reasons why it will suck horribly - I'm going to have to learn to fix my own computer, I can't give myself back rubs, and there's that whole not having my best friend/running partner/hot awesome person around all the time. But at the same time, my mom pointed out that The Gentleman and I have a way of making every situation into an adventure, and she's right.
Also, I can't wait to go back to the Middle East.
More to come, Glitteratis; much, much, much more to come.
There were many reasons for the absence, and I vaguely recall turning 30 somewhere in there, but suffice it to say that when major life events occur, as a blogger you have two choices:
1. Write about it.
2. Don't write about it.
In this case, there was so much happening in such a condensed period of time that I went with #2, publicly at least.
There's a lot that I am choosing to not write about right now, mostly to give my loved ones the privacy they need, but there's one thing that I can totally write about and that is the fact that in the midst of everything else that's been going on, The Gentleman's work informed him that he is being relocated. Overseas. For two years.
Now, to be fair, this is not such a huge surprise. There's been a chance of this happening since we started dating over a year and a half ago. I just didn't expect it to happen when it did. The timing was less than spectacular, although I'm not sure there's really a spectacular time for your significant other to turn to you and say, "Hey guess what, I totally love you, and I totally have to move to this other country for two years and you totally can't go with me because we're not married."
Poop.
But, since The Gentleman is pretty much my favorite person on this earth, and since he asked me so very, very nicely, it appears that we will be spending the next two years together but living 8 time zones apart. This is not as bad as it seems for a few very notable reasons:
1. I am going to get to travel. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. When your boyfriend moves overseas to take an incredible job offer and you can't go with him, it's a silver lining that you get to go on all kinds of amazing trips to see one another. I mean, it's only fair, right? Alright, fine, I'll temporarily give up "Horror Movie Sunday," where we cook dinner and watch scary movies, for two years if it means I'm going to get some kick-ass vacations out of it. Travel being one of my favorite things, and all.
2. I have a totally exciting plan to give birth. To a book, that is. With The Gentleman overseas, I'll suddenly have a lot of free time, and I've decided that that free time needs a structure beyond watching too much Netflix and having extensive conversations with my cats. Also, The Gentleman is making me write a book. Also, Lee is making me write a book. Also, I am making myself write a book. READYSETGO, CREATIVITY!!
3. I am so going to get to exhibit all of my secret single behaviors with all the benefits of having a loving, caring, supportive significant other. I'm going to get to not shave my legs for weeks on end and totally eat scrambled eggs with salsa out of a coffee mug for dinner five nights in a row if I want, and still receive the gratification of getting to Skype/text/email/chat/visit with my favorite person. Because he can't see my legs on Skype! (Obviously that's a reference to the whole leg-shaving thing. That was terrible syntax. I'm going to have to work on things like that for that book I'm gonna write.)
Ok, so there you have 3 reasons why this won't suck so horribly. There are also many reasons why it will suck horribly - I'm going to have to learn to fix my own computer, I can't give myself back rubs, and there's that whole not having my best friend/running partner/hot awesome person around all the time. But at the same time, my mom pointed out that The Gentleman and I have a way of making every situation into an adventure, and she's right.
Also, I can't wait to go back to the Middle East.
More to come, Glitteratis; much, much, much more to come.
3 comments:
Scrambled eggs in a mug! That's genius. I like to drink everything out a mug, no matter how appropriate and much to my wife's dismay. I'm excited to expand my mug use to breakfast foods as well
I'm telling you, mug food is the best. Ice cream, eggs, oatmeal, yogurt...it's the best thing ever because it's a bowl WITH A HANDLE!
LEBANON!!!!!! Because it's the best Middle Eastern country EVER!!!
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