Photo by my good friend and photographer, Susan Yee, from her iPhone.
Confession: I've left Mr. Branflake five times. The first time was a month after he proposed. Things were amazing and I was loving every minute of being engaged. But one day I got a phone call from my mom which led me to flying back to California to take care of a sick grandparent for a month. Mr. Branflake was a saint and did not once murmur any complaint as I was two states away.
The fifth time was last summer. It was only two weeks but toward the end I was missing him so much that I flew back a day early. I really really needed that day to be with him.
This time I will not only be gone for an entire month but also an entire continent and an entire ocean. Time away is hard, but distance seems to be the hardest.
Maybe I should stack the freezer with cookie dough. He says my chocolate chip cookies are his favorite.
I love to travel and I love adventures. Mr. Branflake always calls me a free spirit (I think he says that endearingly. Right? RIGHT?!) But the truth is that I miss him horribly as soon as I sink into an empty bed in an unfamiliar place. A tough situation for someone who has chosen this lifestyle.
So I'm thinking of ways to ease the pain of distance. When I left for tour the first time, I packed the fridge with homemade lasagnas and my awesome spaghetti and meatballs. It was a comfort to me that he was eating well and remembering me while doing so.
How do you deal with being away from a loved one?
(Any creative ideas? The time difference between California and Great Britain is 8 hours. Sigh.)