If not, there is this extremely important, little, blood-pumping organ in my chest that could explain its immensity to you.
I talked to My Love this morning on Skype and I realized how far away I actually was.
You can measure distance in many ways—time differences and on maps—but you never really understand the distance between you and something that you live off of, like another persons affection, till it’s not within arms reach.
Don’t get me wrong; everyday I look forward to seeing his face on my Skype screen. And, I have become quite fond of using the minutes on my cell phone to call him on my way home from the pub just to say “Hi!” However, it can almost make it harder. I now know how far away he actually is. Except, it’s not that he is far, it’s that I am.
Relationships can be hard.
That’s a lie.
Relationships are hard. But, it’s the relationship that I miss that I wouldn’t have come here without. If My Love hadn’t told me that this was good for me, that he supported me—I probably wouldn’t be here.
For some people, this person may be a parent, brother, aunt, sister, niece, or cousin. It could be your dog for all I know. But, there is some source of support that you need to make a change in life like studying abroad. And, this person is going to be far away. It’s going to be awful, and your heart will hurt.
Trust me, I know.
My brother called me while my Aunt, Mother, and Love drove to the Logan Airport earlier this month. He told me, “Technology has made it so easy to stay in touch.” He should know because he just spent nine months in Morocco.
Now, I write messages to people every chance I get, even if it is only to say hello or let them know I was thinking about them. It IS easy these days. I sent My Love’s mother an e-mail one homesick morning and she wrote back, “I guess the old saying absence makes the heart grow fonder is really true.”
I just keep reminding myself that it is only a few months—and that if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have been confident enough to travel to Dublin.

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