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I don't really know how what else to think. Between school and work and learning two different languages, one would expect that I'd have enough things to keep me busy, at the very least. But the fact of the matter is, every day, I still come home to an empty apartment, where I am constantly reminded, as I prepare my dinner for one, that one of the most important people in my life is miles away, and hours ahead. I don't know. Meeting all these other PhD students who came with their spouses, I couldn't help but feel envious. Knowing that a few years from now, if by some miracle our relationship survives the distance of space and circumstance, forging a life together may not be the most feasible option if my mother can help it (which, logically shouldn't even be a deciding factor as I am, in fact, the one living this particular life), makes it all the more frustrating. Obviously I haven't gotten over that. But that's all just really the tip of the iceberg.
Anyway. At least now one good thing (maybe) is that his family finally knows. I am still dreading that day I actually meet them but let's just cross the bridge when we get there. For now... hm. For now, it what it is. I could go on and on about it but I'd probably just be repeating myself, if I haven't already, repeatedly.