One week ago, I helped Allison move into her dorm at WIU. It’s been an interesting week since then for the both of us—she’s getting used to college and dorm life, I’m suddenly faced with an abundance that’s both nice and horrible, and we’ve both had to adjust to the long distance relationship paradigm.
I don’t know how people did it before cell phones and digital photos. For all the asking people did about how we were going to manage, I admit that we seem to be doing just swimmingly so far. Long distances change the dynamics of a relationship, but it’s not always a deficiency: when she comes home for a family reunion on Labor Day weekend, or when I go down to visit her in late September, or when we celebrate our 4-year anniversary in October, the meetings will be that much sweeter. What’s more, Allison isn’t the sort of person who goes to college to drink and wash out her first year, so instead I get the supreme pleasure of seeing her grow as a person, and it makes me love her even more.
I know you’re out there reading this, Allison: I love you. You mean the world to me.