On Sunday, we moved AJ into his new apartment in Boston.
And on Monday, we got in the car, tears in our eyes, and drove away.
I'm not going to lie to you...I'm not thrilled about the fact that my boyfriend now lives six hours away. But I'm not afraid of this new season. And not because we're some wonderful, strong couple who could handle any amount of distance (please note sarcasm here), but because I'm choosing to look at this new adventure as just that...an adventure.
Of course there are cons to this whole little situation. Skype is great and all, but I sort of like to hug AJ a lot. But then there are the little weekend trips up to Beantown, the fact that he's getting a kick-butt education that will prepare him for his dream job, and the opportunity for both of us to grow.
I encouraged AJ to pursue Berklee from the beginning, and so I've always known somewhere in my mind that having him move was a real possibility. But when he made the decision to go, it didn't feel quite real. For a while, I was sad and upset about it, until it finally clicked that just as in any season of life, there are pros and cons. And I was going to look for the pros in this one.
But I'm excited. I'm excited to find ways to be perfect for one another from a distance. I'm excited for us each to grow and change in our own ways, and then to be able to come back together and have new and exciting things to share. I'm excited to cherish the time we do have together more fully and to appreciate one another more.
I'm looking at this season as a time of preparation and a time of growth. And I'm ready.