The Agony and the Ecstacy

(No this isn't the title of some cheesy XX flick)

As some of you readers may be aware, the Lady lives about 200 miles away, in Boston. Due to professional and personal commitments, the earliest we can look to moving in together is about February 2008. This means that the only time we get to spend together is the weekend, and we've been fairly regular in doing so over the last 4 or 5 months. We try to alternate the visits to New York and Boston, and because of some allowed flexibility from my work travel, I sometimes get to spend Fridays in Boston as well.

Because of this compressed window of ... er, let's say "opportunity", we usually plan our activities ahead of time, mix chilling with going out ... watch movies, shop, go out to restaurants, bars, clubs (albeit not much of the latter has happened in a while). The whole mentality is based around having as much fun as we can in the short amount of time.

But when you get right down to it, all we get is one evening together - Saturday evening. Flying on Fridays and Sundays means that we see each other for a very late dinner (on Friday) or part ways in the afternoon (Sundays). This has really started to get me down ... it almost feels like I'm missing her even before we meet.

Yeah, I'm weird. Deal with it.

Now, for those skeptics out there who say "Well, Axe, you're a consultant. What did you expect?", I would like to point out that after the wedding and the whole moving in thing, we'd have Thursday night- Sunday night/ Monday morning together, which is ... well, almost double what we get to spend now. Not to mention the fact that if I can get onto a local project, there's no travel, and hence we'd be together every night.

Still, that's about 8 or 9 months away. Not too long, if you think about it. But it's a lifetime in the blink of an eye.

I'm not looking for sympathy or such ... this is just something I felt like writing about.

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[lady]

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