Time together vs. time apart

Justin's out for the weekend at a festival.  We had to buy a second tube of toothpaste to accommodate this unheard of separation.  That's right -- this is the longest separation we've had since we arrived in London more than 6 months ago. 

We've gone from one extreme in our marriage to another, it seems.  Two weeks after we got married, I flew off for 6 weeks to lead a couple international service groups.  About a year and a half later, I moved to Pittsburgh to try my compatibility with grad school, while Justin stayed in Lancaster.  Last year, Justin went off on the Appalachian Trail for almost a month while I stayed home and worked.  We've a history of enjoying our independence from one another.

So, really, to go these 6 long months without even a thread of hope of getting space AND surviving nonetheless?  Miraculous.  In fact, we were recently reflecting on exactly how much time we've been spending together over the last months since moving here, and the fact that also share our living space with several others.  We're pleasantly surprised that we've managed, and even, for the most part, enjoyed spending a lot more time together.  Let's hope it lasts! :)

Photo courtesy of James Krabill