If you’ve never been separated from a loved one, consider yourself lucky. It seriously stinks. Paul left to go back home to Canada today. I figured it would be worthwhile to stay at my parent’s house a little longer so I could have some quality family time and so I could “help out” (whatever that means). Basically it was my idea to stay longer. It sounded like a good idea at the time.
I don’t know if you have seen the movie, Like Crazy, but it seems like a similar situation. I actually didn’t get a chance to see it, but I know it’s about two people who want to be together but they can’t. Obviously Paul and I can be together since we’re married, but I remember a time when we wouldn’t see each other for the entire summer and then we would reunite for the entire school year and then separate again. It’s rough. Especially when you have to deal with only being in a country for a certain amount of time (which I believe the movie focuses on). Like Crazy is the worst title, by the way. Like. Crazy. Just no.
Its a weird feeling: wanting to be in a certain place but also wanting to be somewhere else. I want to be home. I want to be with my family. But I also want to be with Paul in our little home. I guess I should just focus on the good things that I have here, because once I go back to Canada, I won’t be able to have them.
Why is life full of so many choices? Why does it have to be this or that? I mean, I have been very lucky in life. I shouldn’t complain about missing someone that I will end up seeing in 2 weeks. It’s just hard.
Have you guys ever had a situation where you missed someone so much that it hurt not being with them? Am I over-dramatic? Yes. But seriously, answer the question and make me feel better.