Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The Long and Short of Long Distance Love


"Of course, people will tell you that you're kidding yourself, that you're naive, that you can't possibly know if a relationship will last unless you're in it day to day, unless you witness the entire evolution of a skin blemish and are familiar with the whole array of ugly shirts. The long-distance relationship, though the domain of dreamers, is also a haven for self-deluders, for noncommitters, for, some might say, lazy bums. It's for those who want the perks of romance—the flowers on Valentine's Day, the guarantee of a phone call at night—without doing the hard work of a real relationship.

But, oh, the fondness that can bloom in a heart that knows so much absence! Is there any emotion richer than longing, any moment more heartbreaking than the moment you put down the telephone receiver after a marathon call with the one you love but for whatever reason are not with? The long-distance relationship may have its limits, but those who repudiate its merits, who chalk up the whole endeavor to immaturity or fear or laziness, are surely suffering from a woefully conventional view of relationships. Long-distance relationships have an urgency that couples in short-distance relationships can only dream of. Every second together counts. Every shared meal is savored; every kiss must be good enough to last weeks, maybe even months. Have you really lived, after all, if you haven't searched for your beloved's face at an airport gate, cursing the flight delay because you have only a weekend before you must part again? We should all be so lucky to seal in our memories the image of our lover on our doorstep, suitcase in hand, clothes wrinkled from a long trip, skin emanating a scent that we've forgotten but suddenly comes rushing back, bringing with it the recollection of the last time, which was too long ago and too brief, and ended with a tearful goodbye on this same doorstep....

...Because contrary to what the cynics say, distance is not for the fearful; it's for the bold. It's for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It's for those who know a good thing when they see it, even if they don't see it nearly enough. Yes, the long-distance relationship may be doomed. You can't go on that way forever. But as long as you do, you'll embody the twin virtues of independence and imagination. As you fall asleep alone, you'll conjure the scent of your lover's neck, the timbre of a voice over fiber optics, the ecstasy of seeing his face at the front door, which, thanks to him, is your favorite place in the whole house. After so much time apart, a suitcase itself is an aphrodisiac. The boy next door doesn't have a prayer."

By Meghan Daum

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Something to Believe In


You spend your days alone still hoping for the truth
But all you hear are lies
No one else is going to tell you what to do now
No one else is going to help you hold the line.
-Parachute





Monday, May 16, 2011

To New Beginnings


The day I began blogging? February 17th, 2004. I was in ninth grade, and mainly concerned about whether I should wear a skirt to school the next day. Seven years later, and so much has changed, except of course, for the fact that I am still wondering if a skirt is appropriate for the temperatures tomorrow.

In a way, I feel pretty cool that I've been keeping a record of my life since my early teenage years. In another way, I feel kind of stupid that I went out of my way to document the stupid decisions I inevitably made (and still am making) on this journey to adulthood. Sometimes I can't help but cringe as I read through the poor grammar and notice that until 2006 I had "lol" written somewhere in each post.

But I digress, the point is that 2004 was a long time ago, and so was ninth grade. Tonight is May, 16th 2011, and as I lie in bed dreading three impending finals this week, I'm realizing that my life is about to change. And I don't mean change in a minor, somewhat unnoticed sort of way, or in a gradual and soft kind of way. I mean in a graduating from college, getting thrown out into the world, terrifying sort of way.

We'll get into that later. The point is, part one of my book is ending, and as I begin part two, I feel the need to start fresh with other things in my life. This blog is step one of that agenda. As much as I love my xanga page, I exited Junior High years ago and this is long overdue.