I know you all are probably tired of hearing about Pat coming back.
But. Since you've all been with me this summer as I
1. First of all, let me just say I realize how lucky I am. While Pat has been gone, he's safe -- or as safe as he would be here, anyway. He's not in Iraq or Afghanistan or wherever. And, three months is a relatively short time. So let me just give props (does anyone say that anymore?) to all you military wives and girlfriends and family members.
2. Do you all remember how me and Pat have different love languages? I'm all about telling him how awesome I think he is all the time (and telling all of you :) but he communicates affection differently -- by holding my hand or resting his hand on my leg or whatever.
Turns out physical touch isn't a language that translates distances easily. (Imagine that! Shocking, right?) So it's been yet another adjustment period for this gal to realize it's ok, he still likes me, and to find the other ways he communicates affection. Because there are other ways. He just uses them less.
- The slapping incident. Totally not really that big of a deal (on Pat's end, anyway. maybe kind of a big deal for me and the boy I slapped). But. It was something that was witnessed by, oh, like six of our mutual friends. So imagine it got back to Pat from someone who wasn't me three months down the road? Makes it into a big deal. So I texted him immediately the next morning and told him exactly what was up before anyone else could. Just in cases.
- Pat and I generally text each other good night. But early in the summer, he stopped for a couple nights in a row. Not a big deal, except I didn't know why. Pat is the most logical person in the world, so I knew there was a reason. It was because his internship was keeping him up really late and he didn't want to bother me if I'd already gone to bed. (It was even a sweet reason!)
If I hadn't asked, I would have thought he was tired of it or it annoyed him or something was wrong. Without the opportunity to see him and know nothing was wrong, this overthinker would have just fretted for, I don't know, like eight months, and never sent a goodnight text ever again.
4. Pat kind of doesn't feel like a real person anymore. I don't get his personality as much through texting and emailing, and we only managed to skype twice all summer. I kind of feel like a girl without a boyfriend. Not like a single girl -- I'm not looking for anyone. But it doesn't feel like I have a boyfriend out there somewhere. And I do!
5. I'm suddenly very, very nervous to see him again. Which is so weird. Like, it's been a growing anticipation -- I keep imagining whether I'll hug him or kiss him and whether it will matter to me if his dad or our roommates are standing right there and whether I'll be home when he gets here or if he'll be here already.
But now, I'm like, legitimately nervous. I'm scared I'm taking up too much space in our room and that I'm too messy. I want the room to look perfect and wish I'd gotten my act together and decorated before it was time for him to be home. I'm sure I'll get butterflies tomorrow and be unable to concentrate all day. Aaaaaaaah.
I think that's all I have to say on it. It's a very weird thing, to be separated for so long. Have any of you done long distance, even temporarily? Did you experience anything like I did? I'd love to hear!