8 HOURS APART, STILL US
Good morning, good afternoon, or good evening, depending on when you are reading this. As for me, I have just arrived at work, so it is definitely morning on my end. I am seated here, scribbling on a slightly crumpled piece of paper, taking advantage of a slow start to the day. These are the little in between moments I have come to appreciate lately. Today began quite early, 3:40 a.m., to be exact. My sister was travelling overnight to my place, so I had to wake up to receive her call when she arrived. Motherhood, work, family… life has a way of keeping you on your toes. But let me not drift too far. Waking up that early got me thinking… how many of us have experienced long distance relationships? And more importantly, how are they going? At the moment, I live about eight hours away from my husband because of work. It’s been four months now, and I can honestly say, it comes with both ups and downs. Just the other day, out of nowhere, my husband texted me and asked, “W...
