So not too long ago, I was over at French Fancy's place responding to this post, which got me thinking about the reasons I started this blog.
We were a long-distance couple, D and I, within weeks of becoming a couple at all toward the end of our senior year of high school. His family moved away that summer, and then we started college in cities a thousand miles apart.
Before that point in time, we still didn't get to see each other very frequently (dating wasn't an activity Troubadour Dad approved of, per se), so we got to know each other by phone when we weren't in physics class, launching things or setting them on fire. The only time of day that happened to work was late at night, after my parents had gone to bed.
To paraphrase what I wrote chez French Fancy, I was a tired Troubadour by then, so I would doze off in the middle of sentences -- but I'd still be talking. One of the phrases I randomly uttered in that state was striped-up paisley. To this day, we can't peg the origin or inspiration for it within that conversation, but we used striped-up paisley for the eight years we were apart to characterize our long-distance relationship. Striped-up paisley love: it may not look typical to other people, but it reaches across crazy circumstances.
And that hasn't changed, now that we're together at last. I started this blog to keep a record of our time apart, our ways of coping, our reasons for sticking to each other in spite of the inordinately frustrating challenges those eight years presented. Going through more recent posts, which talk a little about the new challenges in adjusting to each other, I realize that striped-up paisley isn't a temporary condition. As obvious as it may seem, the ways we've learned to love and stay in love were formed out of that experience. And we're using what we learned then to handle the challenges now, in each other's presence.
So, striped-up paisley. It's my outlook for us. And I guess it's what this blog was and still is about.
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