By now, even with her brother's speed and efficiency, Patty should be safely on her way to Ohio. It's just for a couple of weeks to see everyone, but I've gotten particularly used to having her around.
For the many new people who may not know, Patty's an archaeologist, which means she generally spends 8 - 12 weeks a year (all in one burst) somewhere isolated and remote. By isolated and remote I mean no Internet, no phone, sometimes no address. She's been places where I couldn't mail her letters and places that read her letters before they go to me. So that can be tough. Considering that she left on one of these digs three weeks after we first started dating, I am more or less used to them, however.
That said, I've been spoiled lately. After a very small gap (a couple of months) between trips to Syria (where they read our letters) and Oman (where she had no address and got pneumonia), Patty's been home for more than a year (a few visits to her family aside). We'd thought she be away this summer, but once it became clear she'd be in Cardiff their academic calendar has meant she's more or less home until late September this year. And Cardiff is civilization -- phones and email and letters and packages and everything. And I'll be able to visit and she should be able to meet me over in Europe when I'm on a business trip in the fall too. So in the scheme of things, that's going to be easy, even if the gap between this trip and the next one (India) probably won't be more than a month (and that's optimism, I know).
Even so, I miss her and Patty worries (I always cry at the airport when she goes off on her long trips) because I certainly feel like sometimes I can be pretty dysfunctional. Also, she likes me. Right now, though, I need to be focused on finishing work that must be done before the Bristol trip and the Bristol trip itself.
My plan is to make all the annoying calls this weekend: my bank, my mobile company and print out all my itineraries and reservations/receipts, so I'm not making myself last-minute panicked on Wednesday (I leave directly from my office that night). I also need to prepare my response paper for the article I'm paired with, and it probably wouldn't hurt for me to figure out where my brain is about the whole of my own research which has been a strange thing to live with over the last several months.
As for the event itself, I'm excited. Full stop. But the coinciding of the trip with the one year anniversary of a fictional fact central to the paper's theme is bizarre to me, and since nothing about this work is about my uninvolvement with its subject, I keep waiting to be hit with something other than the rather extreme compartmentalization and sense of having a damn job to do that I have about it right now. Not that that isn't fitting. It's fucking fitting.
My trip is, for now, as planned as it's going to get (and perhaps as planned as it is possible to get), and although I may really find myself regretting going to the Imperial War Museum when I've been on a plane all night and am high strung and have probably slept dubiously, that's what makes the most sense in my schedule right now. Knowing myself, and my history of solo travel, it's also perfectly clear to me that I am trying to make this hard, because I find solace in that.
Right now, my only real quandry is whether to take the small suitcase that will make the constant moving around on this trip easier, or the giant suitcase, so I can fill it with gluten-free bakewell tarts on the flight back.
For the many new people who may not know, Patty's an archaeologist, which means she generally spends 8 - 12 weeks a year (all in one burst) somewhere isolated and remote. By isolated and remote I mean no Internet, no phone, sometimes no address. She's been places where I couldn't mail her letters and places that read her letters before they go to me. So that can be tough. Considering that she left on one of these digs three weeks after we first started dating, I am more or less used to them, however.
That said, I've been spoiled lately. After a very small gap (a couple of months) between trips to Syria (where they read our letters) and Oman (where she had no address and got pneumonia), Patty's been home for more than a year (a few visits to her family aside). We'd thought she be away this summer, but once it became clear she'd be in Cardiff their academic calendar has meant she's more or less home until late September this year. And Cardiff is civilization -- phones and email and letters and packages and everything. And I'll be able to visit and she should be able to meet me over in Europe when I'm on a business trip in the fall too. So in the scheme of things, that's going to be easy, even if the gap between this trip and the next one (India) probably won't be more than a month (and that's optimism, I know).
Even so, I miss her and Patty worries (I always cry at the airport when she goes off on her long trips) because I certainly feel like sometimes I can be pretty dysfunctional. Also, she likes me. Right now, though, I need to be focused on finishing work that must be done before the Bristol trip and the Bristol trip itself.
My plan is to make all the annoying calls this weekend: my bank, my mobile company and print out all my itineraries and reservations/receipts, so I'm not making myself last-minute panicked on Wednesday (I leave directly from my office that night). I also need to prepare my response paper for the article I'm paired with, and it probably wouldn't hurt for me to figure out where my brain is about the whole of my own research which has been a strange thing to live with over the last several months.
As for the event itself, I'm excited. Full stop. But the coinciding of the trip with the one year anniversary of a fictional fact central to the paper's theme is bizarre to me, and since nothing about this work is about my uninvolvement with its subject, I keep waiting to be hit with something other than the rather extreme compartmentalization and sense of having a damn job to do that I have about it right now. Not that that isn't fitting. It's fucking fitting.
My trip is, for now, as planned as it's going to get (and perhaps as planned as it is possible to get), and although I may really find myself regretting going to the Imperial War Museum when I've been on a plane all night and am high strung and have probably slept dubiously, that's what makes the most sense in my schedule right now. Knowing myself, and my history of solo travel, it's also perfectly clear to me that I am trying to make this hard, because I find solace in that.
Right now, my only real quandry is whether to take the small suitcase that will make the constant moving around on this trip easier, or the giant suitcase, so I can fill it with gluten-free bakewell tarts on the flight back.
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Date: 2010-07-03 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-03 07:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-03 07:52 pm (UTC)Sometimes I get a little tired of people asking "How do you maintain your sanity when your significant other is gone for so long?" because all my answers seem trivial.
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Date: 2010-07-03 08:00 pm (UTC)You should tell them "Masturbation. Furious masturbation." THEN they'd stop asking. :-)
Seriously, good on you and him for making it work.
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Date: 2010-07-03 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-04 12:27 am (UTC)TMI can often shut people up. A married couple I knew would get mistaken for sister and brother. Eventually when someone would ask if they were siblings, they'd say "Yes!" and then enthusiastically start making out. Yeah, THAT shut people up.
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Date: 2010-07-04 03:52 pm (UTC)Since I'm just under five feet and look very young for my age, Adam will sometimes get asked if he's dating a teenager. His answers have made people gasp out loud.
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Date: 2010-07-03 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-03 10:07 pm (UTC)It certainly gave me an odd point of view during the end of deployment briefings when I was in the Navy.
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Date: 2010-07-03 08:43 pm (UTC)I'm not saying it won't be difficult, but I find it a curiously protective museum.
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Date: 2010-07-03 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-03 11:00 pm (UTC)And I remember the days of long-distance relationshipping, but we had phone and/or internet conversations most days. Just out of curiosity, is Patty affiliated with a university or museum? No need to name it, I just wondered since it sounded like she was going to Cardiff in an academic context.
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Date: 2010-07-03 11:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-03 11:19 pm (UTC)And yeah, Cardiff...you really can't make this stuff up.
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Date: 2010-07-03 09:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-03 10:30 pm (UTC)Have fun!
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Date: 2010-07-03 10:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-04 12:46 am (UTC)I don't know how strict the airlines are that you'll be using, but I've had to gate check a bag that I used as a carry-on for some of my earlier flights but the later ones deemed too big -- I removed my laptop and a few other things I didn't want to check, sent the bag through, and they didn't charge me for checking it.
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Date: 2010-07-04 02:59 am (UTC)There's always shipping clothes home option - wouldn't want the tarts to get stale.
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Date: 2010-07-04 01:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-04 05:46 am (UTC)Ok, so the last couple times I was back home (UK) what I did was:
GET ANOTHER SUITCASE.
The first time I just stole one of my dad's. The second time I actually caved and bought one. It was SO WORTH IT. Handluggage on the way there and ALL THE SKIPS AND SWEETS IN THE WORLD on the way back.
...also possibly I'm tired and overcapitalising currently. But YAY ENGLAND. HI HOME.
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Date: 2010-07-04 03:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-05 03:54 am (UTC)Of course, you're doing an international flight, not a domestic one. I'm not sure how shipping your clothes back would go.
Oh, if you like frozen mac&cheese, Amy's Kitchen has a gluten free version. They make an excellent frozen regular mac&cheese. Really, it's the best I've tasted. Their soy cheese one is not too bad, it just that soy doesn't have the same texture as milk cheese.