SO, because life insists on staying interesting, I recently fell head over heels in love with a botanist who spends much of his time out in the bush in his homeland of Western Australia. I happen to live way up in the Andes of Argentine Patagonia with no internet or phone signal at home. Most would tell us to give it up, that the logistics of the situation are stacked too strongly against us.
Of the many things I adore about him, his boundless optimism has to be up at the top of the list. This not working out somehow was never an option to him. I’m at my core a pretty intense optimist, so I’m consciously trying to get on board and see the situation not as absolutely sucking, but even to go so far as to see the good side.
It’s a stretch some days, but coming up with the following ways that long-distance relationships aren’t so bad after all is keeping me sane and us together so far.