#LDRProblems: Long-Distance, a Bit Shorter

The odd in-between autumn of my relationship has arrived. What does that mean? Chris has a few short weeks to come home while the resort he works at (Stratton – you can check out their awesome be. blog) has ended golf season, but not yet begun ski & snowboard season. This in no way means we’re not long-distance; instead we are long-distance, a bit shorter. I’m still about two hours away from “home” in northeastern Pennsylvania, and while his temporarily-unemployed status will allow him a pretty open schedule, I am still taking twelve credits in graduate school, working part-time at an independent bookstore, blogging, and have now acquired a part-time (PAID-yay!) internship at an academic publisher in Philadelphia. My time is exactly how it sounds – not very free. This generally requires an awful lot of schedule-juggling and mini-trips home to spend more time together than we will probably get this winter (my winter horror post coming soon).

Last weekend was his first weekend home. He purposefully planned it so that he’d be able to take his son trick-or-treating on Halloween (and then cart my drunk goth witch booty around for some late night Halloween festivities). Coincidentally, my mom’s birthday was on Sunday, so I was lucky enough to celebrate her birthday with her and spend my first Halloween with Chris in years.

HALLOWEEN

He however went back to Vermont to finish up a few more days at the golf course, and then he will be staying for orientation at the mountain before coming home again – just in time to leave right before Thanksgiving. So really, the long distance hasn’t even gotten shorter yet. Sigh.

#LDRproblems: AT&T and the Not-Yet-Existent WIFI

My boyfriend is a big part of my life. So much so that, in the throes of a melodramatic temper tantrum, I often adamantly and forlornly claim that he is my only friend and demand that he return from the forests of Vermont (where he works at a ski resort) to the suburbia that is Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania. He would never have it.

However, I was spoiled for two months this summer when he decided to live and work at home (which is two hours north of where I currently reside and also where I had been living at the time), and now that we are each back in our respective homes-away-from home, I have returned to my role of “the long-distance girlfriend,” living alone in my adorably-decorated one-bedroom above a comic book store and occasionally talking to my succulents. The problem is that he moved into a new house, one that is apparently out of AT&T’s service range and also currently without WIFI, seeing as he and his roommates moved in only two days ago.

So NOW I am not only “the long-distance girlfriend;” I am the-long-distance-girlfriend-who-has-been-completely-cut-off-from-her-counterpart-and-sometimes-only-friend.

Yesterday he bought a Verizon TracFone, the number of which is saved in my phone as “Chris’s ghetto flip phone,” because it takes him five minutes to type out a seven word text message. But he had to drive to New Hampshire to acquire said Tracfone, and only put $15 worth of minutes on it, and now has to conserve minutes and text messages for only the most important of instances, which do not include panic attacks about how much work I have due this week or picture messages of my Halloween nails (I did say he is my only friend). They are “hopefully getting WIFI during the week…maybe.” Although, he is quite good about calling from his iPhone when he is not at the house to say hello and I love you (like during that 10 minute span where he went out for a sandwich), but those windows are limited and do not always coincide with my availability. Sigh. I know I’m ridiculous, but who am I going to call when I see an adorable Saint Bernard across the street, or have an amazing yoga class, or eat macaroni & cheese pizza?

[Disclaimer: I promise I am not usually this needy or whiny, but quitting contact with my favorite person in the world cold-turkey has made me a bit of a madwoman.]