Sleepless Weekends

Y’know, I was part of a long-distance relationship for three-and-a-half years. I’ve been sleeping alone for the majority of that time plus two-and-a-half years prior to that once I separated from my wife. It kinda sucked, but it was simply something I had gotten used to over the course of the last six years.

When I moved to live with Sunshine two months ago (it’s still hard to believe that I actually did that), I found that sleeping next to somebody on a nightly basis was the most comforting thing possible. I mean, it wasn’t just “comfortable”, it was “comforting”. It was like every night was the best sleep I’d ever had.

Now my long-distance relationship is with my son. We talk twice a week via video-chat (which seems to be working out extremely well, actually) and I’m visiting him every other weekend. It’s during these times, though, that I’m having the worst sleeps I can remember having.

I can’t fall asleep until midnight or later. I toss and I turn. I wake up repeatedly over the course of the night. I get up in the morning tired, sore, and achy. From top to bottom, it’s one horrible, sleepless weekend after another.

I certainly don’t want to sound like I’m complaining too much, though…I’d take sleepless nights in return for hanging with my son any day of the week. It’s just that I want to emphasize just how much I’ve adapted to living (and sleeping) in Sunshine’s city.

I was talking with my dad this weekend and we discussed how things were going with me so far. He asked me how I liked living in Sunshine’s city. I told him, point blank, that moving to be with her was the greatest decision I’ve ever made in my life.

Sleepless weekends be damned. This was the right move to make.


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