As basements go, it's not a bad place. There's a walkout with its own patio and chimenea. I get reception on my phone down there. There's wireless Internet so I can do my normal thing I do. Since I can't live at home, this is a good second.
Living apart-- the loneliness of the long-distance runner. It's been since March that my husband has been living and working in Houston without me. I'm here in Michigan, waiting to find out if I have been accepted to the Phd program at Wayne State University. I am excited about this program that I have been involved with since 2007, but all the same it's hard to be here when he's there... I am hoping my experience will help me be a better listener and friend to folks who have to endure this situation. I never planned for this development. Life is a trip. What I am finding, though, is that one's decision about the situation has lots more to do with the acceptance of it than the actual situation itself. In other words, my perception of the situation, good or bad, is directly related to how hard (or easy) it is to deal with.
My ability to say, "okay, I am really missing my man right now, and I could cry because I want him here or to be there, but if I give in to those thoughts and actions, I will miss the fact that I am in a great place with people who love me, and we are actually having a good time right now!" I am learning to put it away. I tell myself I can be sad later, because right now is not convenient. I've rolled away from being an escapee, a refugee, a flight case, to living in the moment and relishing it all. I obviously haven't got it down cold-- after all, I am no Bodhisattva. But I don't have to live (or feel) like a refugee. Excellent advice.
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