I’ve not written since before Thanksgiving. So, here’s a quick re-cap of events.
I stayed with my parents over Thanksgiving and had a great time, but caught a bug the day after Thanksgiving and had to stay for another week. I couldn’t get out of bed, I was so sick. It was a bad bug. If I’m going to be sick, I’d much rather it be with my parents or The Medic. Being sick at Job Corps is not fun. Not in the least. The medical staff is only there for a short period of time, and students, no matter how sick, are not allowed to stay in the dorms during the day. My mom made sure I had what I needed; any food that I could keep down, water, ginger ale, medicine, etc. But I was alone most of the day while my sisters were at school and my parents were at work. While I was sick, The Medic was constantly Skyping me and checking up on me. He made sure I took medicine and ate (against my will, mind you). In his own way, he was taking care of me.
The weeks before going back to my parent’s place for Christmas were filled with excitement, anticipation, and impatience. I was going to see The Medic for the first time in three months. I was going to see him for two weeks before we both went back to our own lives. I couldn’t wait.
It was awesome. It was wonderful. It was amazing. The Medic. Just being able to sit next to him on the couch, with his arm around me made me feel so at home. I was able to hold his hand. I was able to look him in the eyes (And it doesn’t bother me. I actually want to look into his eyes. It just feels right.). I was able to spend more time with his family. We spent parts of each holiday with both of our families. But most importantly, we spent time together. And we grew. He worked wonders, keeping me calm and relaxed when I was becoming worried or stressed. I learned a bit about smoothing out the wrinkles of stress in his mind.
I wish I could say that everything went smoothly. Most everything did. But families get crazy during the holidays. I understand that his family wants to spend as much time with him as possible because he lives so far away. I do understand. I go visit my family more often than he does. I’m closer. For this reason, he and I spent more time with his family. My family, however, missed me a bit, and they wanted to spend more time with The Medic as well. We were both only back for two weeks. We only had two weeks to split up between the families and ourselves. We did the best that we could, but I got the feeling that his family was guilt tripping him. It stressed him out. Heck, it stressed me out too. I don’t want him feeling guilty for an illegitimate reason. He did his best.
In the future, we’ve decided that we will take a few days for ourselves and split the rest of the days evenly between the families. This way, no family is getting more time than the other, and The Medic and I will have no reason to feel guilty. We’re no longer two separate people visiting two separate families. We are a couple, a unit. It’s a change. It’s different. It’s different for everyone involved, and it looks like it’ll take some adjusting in more than one area. But I love The Medic, and we’ll find a way to make things work.
Saying goodbye was hard. I’ve done airport goodbyes before, but nothing broke my heart quite like this one. It was quiet, simple, and sad. There were no tears. In a way, I distanced myself from the situation the best I could. I didn’t want to feel all of the sadness that I was feeling. He’s the person that I tell everything to. The Medic reassures me daily of my worth and abilities. He’s the one that sneaks seasick pills into my drink so that the waves don’t assault my system. And I had to hug him, kiss him, and say goodbye for six months. In the grand scheme of things, six months isn’t that long, but it feels long right now.
We’ve gone back to the routine that is our long distance relationship, and things are positively wonderful. We have our ups and downs, as in any relationship. Like my older sister says, “Long distance makes people a special kind of crazy.”
Five months and counting; absolutely batty.
As for school, I’m still ahead on classwork. I’ve maintained an “A” thus far.
I’ve recently started an accounting internship. My accounting teacher was called Monday, sent in a few student resumes Wednesday, and a few of us interviewed Friday. On the Monday after the interview, my teacher was informed that I’d gotten the internship and they wanted me in to start the next day. My schedule works out so that I go to my class morning and afternoon on Mondays and Fridays, and I go to my class in the morning and my internship in the afternoon on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. I work in the financial department of a little health clinic. The work hasn’t been difficult. It actually reminds me a little of the filing I did when I worked at a real estate office. But I’m working quickly and diligently. My hopes are that they will hire me on when my internship ends. We’ll see.