Adjusting

I'm about a month and a half into my first professional job as the schools and county reporter. So far, it's going pretty well.

Structure works well for me and I love having something to do every single day, especially writing. I like to think I'm good at my job and I enjoy doing it. I've hung out with elementary kids, attended school board meetings and even visited a nuclear power plant. I get to take pictures and have a lot of freedom in what I do, which I love.

As for the town and my house- it's not quite Lawrence. I love Lawrence and everything it has to offer but I'm adjusting to Fort Scott. It's comforting to have both my animals with me again and I enjoy taking care of a household. Not to mention, when it's nice out, the city of Fort Scott makes for a pretty decent run. Old, brick roads coupled with a variety of strange and unique homes makes it a rather historic, scenic workout. I have discovered, though, that small town running can be a pain if train tracks are a part of your route.

By far though, the hardest part of the transition, has been the distance from my boyfriend. We are about an hour and half away from each other these days, around 90 miles. And so far, we have done pretty well with seeing each other about every weekend. But I am realizing, long distance relationships are tough and for a whole bunch of reasons that vary from couple to couple.

For me and us, my first qualm about the whole thing is my own personal guilt about the situation. The decision to move was solely mine and while I considered Travis, I never actually consulted him- huge mistake on my part. While he supported me in any decision, after around 4 years of being together and 6 years of friendship, he rightly felt he should have had a say in the prospect of me moving.

So that makes me feel guilty. But it's also the little things. Travis is my best friend and has been for so long, it's hard to not have that support system right at your side after you've grown accustomed to it.

And to be honest, neither one of us really likes talking on the phone. We choose instead to have a bunch of brief conversations throughout the day, just to see what the other one is doing. Which is nice, but doesn't make for very content rich conversations.

If he didn't support me like he does, I don't know if I would be able to enjoy my time down here like I have.

We choose to take it day by day. We know we'll be together eventually, we just need this time to focus and do what we want to do before those I's and me's really do become "We".

Missing someone isn't about how long it has been since you seen them or since you've talked. Its about that very moment when you find yourself doing something and wishing they were right by your side.