My boyfriend lives in LA. I met him in Cape Town, South Africa. We hung out for a few days in Africa, kept in touch via email until we were both back in the States, then he came out to New Mexico to see me again and the rest is history. We got along great from the very beginning. We have tons in common and he deals well with mood swings and opinionated rants. I usually see him every couple weeks. Sometimes more, sometimes less, but we try to hang out as much as possible. It’s hard to be away from him all the time, but not like you would think. There is no jealousy, or arguing like in other long-distance relationships I’ve been in. I just miss him. Almost to the point that it sometimes seems like it would be easier to just not be together. Maybe that way I could focus more on things like work and getting grad school applications in. I would spend less time texting and on the phone and less money on travel and stamps. Since we have never lived anywhere near each other I sometimes wonder if I even really know the guy. We have talked about moving closer to each other and since I am the one with the grad school ambitions, it seems to make more sense for him to come to me, instead of me going to California. Forensic Anthropology is a somewhat narrow field with limitations on which universities I can get a Master’s degree from. I would love to have him closer, but part of me wonders how plausible it really is to make a huge jump like that for someone you might not even know all that well. I mean some people find out that their spouses are serial killers or cross dressers after years of marriage. If you can over look those tendencies while LIVING WITH someone, what warning signs am I missing from 14 hours away? I guess it’s worth a try though. I wouldn’t want to always wonder what it would be like or regret never giving it a shot. Whatever we get ourselves into we can always get out of. Is that naïve to think? I don’t care. It’s what I think.
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