Having been single for well over a year now, I would never for a second claim myself to be a dating/relationship blogger, and I’m kinda way out of my comfort zone writing this, but here goes..

So its a classic 21st century romance: boy swipes girl, girl swipes boy, and both hope desperately that the other turns out to be normal, or at least as crazy as the other – as all the best couples are. I think it goes without saying: I’m the girl.

Now I’m not gonna go into a huge amount of detail, but we hit it off pretty much straight away, and within days of initial contact we had gone from talking for an hour to texting til 1am and it was clear that a date would be on the cards pretty soon, although I made him ask me properly of course! A date was set, and then we were hit with a bit of a rubbish bombshell: his work would be transferring him to New Zealand for 4 months..

Effective the following week.

Suddenly the prospect of a summer romance seemed way off the cards, and it seemed like the universe was totally against us, but I couldn’t deny the little voice in my head telling me that I shouldn’t be giving up hope just yet; I mean, I really liked him. With the first date proving a huge success, it seemed impossible at that point that we could go the next 4 months without seeing each other again, so I drove to meet him one more time before his flight. The thought of having to say goodbye was totally terrifying, but it completely dissolved the moment we saw each other, and instead I was filled with hope.

I don’t know how many people would transition from a second date to committing to 4 months of long distance without question, but I’ve always been one to jump into things feet first, and honestly I’m completely confident with the decision. The way I see it is that this is an amazing opportunity for him, and I truly want him to enjoy it to the fullest.

So here we are. Well, I’m here, and he’s there, and has been for almost a week now. Despite a bit of a tough transition, we’re slowly but surely getting into a routine and being able to FaceTime at the weekend was so nice!

Now this post isn’t just for storytelling purposes; its the beginning of something. I’m essentially going to be logging our experience: the highs and lows, how we cope, and the ways we stay connected despite 11,000+ miles and an 11 hour time difference, and if our story can help anyone else going through a similar situation then its gonna be worth it.

If you’ve ever done long distance, drop me a comment, I’d love to hear from you!

(Oh, and cos I know some of you will be dying to know, yes he loves Disney!)

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