When my better half heads back to Indonesia to visit her parents (only over the summer for a few weeks so far, but again this Christmas unless something drastic happens over there that makes them choose to come here instead, which may or may not be likely, what with the guys running around with bombs strapped to themselves and all...), the time difference - 11 or 12 hours depending on daylight savings; 12 now - is just so surreal.
She wakes up just in time to hear about my day before I go to bed, and then I wake up just in time to have a brief IM session telling me about her day before I go to work and she turns in for the night.
It's better than not being able to talk at all, of course, it just feels so... well, distant (duh, right).
We only have to deal with it for a few weeks at a time (though the stuff-blowing-up syndrome certainly does seem to lengthen my chronological perception...) - you guys are strong to do it on such a near-constant basis. {{VP & PP}} |
