LDR

It’s the relatively new word in my vocabulary, newer than LOL and older than FML. It’s the new phenomenon affecting the lives of young adults, and consequently older adults in this new world we like to call the global village. It arises from the abundance of choices, or the lack of it. It’s the Long Distance Relationship.

My feelings towards LDR are ambiguous at best. While necessary and unavoidable, they cause a lot of… let me see if I can put this any other way… nope, can’t. Unhappiness. Complications include time zones, geographical differences; side effects include an increased fondness for the telephone, the laptop and the internet.

Lately, my whole life seems like a long distance relationship. Parents, sister, nieces, friends, pet.. Love, hate, fight, support, cry, laugh, over the telephone. My brain seems to have a LDR with my body. My weekdays have a LDR with my weekend, and my weekend feels like my work is on another planet!

But what am I complaining about? The choices I have made, however good or poor, have brought me here. And honestly, no regrets. While no one was looking, I got confused, I made some sense, I figured me out and I got lost again. I found some friends, and some not-so-much-of-friends. I grew up. Yep, no regrets. Because in the end, I think it’ll all be worth it. Isn’t that what we tell ourselves?