To Love

love


When you get into your mid-twenties, you notice a drastic change in your social climate. Suddenly, the philosophical statements and wild party photos that once clouded your Facebook newsfeed are replaced with wedding collages, baby updates, and dinner recipes.  Suffice it to say, I’m no where near ready for this drastic change in lifestyle and to be honest, I’m not quite sure I ever will be.  I’ve never really felt the maternal instinct required for child rearing (I don’t think I’ve ever so much as “awed” over a pair of baby socks….), and I’ve never really been bothered about marriage either.  However, despite my lack of enthusiasm for family-life, I’m not a head-strong single gal or a promiscuous babe with commitment issues.  In fact, all of my romantic encounters have been quite serious (and by “all of” I mean “both of”).  Anyway, as it is, I’m currently in a committed relationship going on three years.  The catch? My boyfriend lives on the other side of the world.

I’m from the US and he’s from the UK; we met on our first contract working on cruise ships and have since worked on two more ships together.  I’ve encountered every skeptic and cynical remark regarding long distance relationships and, believe me, I’ve had my doubts as well, but at the end of the day I would never exchange my complicated, exciting, passionate relationship for a stable, reliable, “normal” one.  I think there is something to be said for the idea of missing each other.  When we are apart, we must learn to communicate better because we don’t have the leisure of existing together in the same time and space.  When we are together, we truly appreciate each other because the memory of falling asleep alone is still fresh in our minds.  And to be honest, there is nothing quite like those surreal, movie-scene airport reunions after spending months without one another.

Ultimately, it just makes sense.  I mean what are the chances that a person you are meant to be with who is perfectly suited for you is living right there in your home town?  Sometimes the perfect person is on the other side of the world and you have to be brave enough to be with them.  And I mean, come on, who doesn’t like the idea of meeting someone from another country and culture who can teach you new ways?  (I suppose the accent doesn’t hurt either 😉 )  But mostly, it’s amazing to have met another traveler who can share in my adventures.  After all, what good is gazing at a beautiful landscape or enjoying an authentic local dish without having someone to share it with?  That’s love.