Dear Distance
2:41 PMDistance has been my best friend for the past few years now. Since I first left Thailand for Germany 5 years ago, I started to introduce...
2:41 PM
Distance has been my best friend for the past few years now. Since I first left Thailand for Germany 5 years ago, I started to introduce distance into my life, my relationships.
It began with a distance between me and my family in Thailand, which continued to grow in time and space since then.
As a result of living in Germany and connecting with more people, I also put on a distance between me and my family and friends in Germany, where I consider my second home.
After a brief meeting with Lena when I moved to England a year later, we became really good friends, despite the fact that she is from Russia and in the past three years that we have known each other we have met three times in total. She is one of the first few people I think of when I have stories to tell, good or bad, and often I wish we live closer to each other.
Then there is Flo, my one and only connection to this grim island. We lived together for a year and a half, before I moved to Italy and she moved back to London after graduation. I could write endlessly about her, but in short I just want us to still be living together.
There are also a few friends from high school in Thailand who now live all over the places, and really dear friends I have met through travelling. Then the complication expanded when I did my semester abroad in Bologna. Italy became my third home, and boyfriend happened.
It is bound to happen in this way, I believe. The fact that I keep moving around and never seem to want to settle down in one place, I would either have no relationships or if I do, it would be a rather complicated one.
Fate must have decided that due to all the existing long-distance relationships in my life, I would be able to easily deal with another one.
I started to ask myself why this happened, one evening while I was sitting by myself in my little room in Leeds, forth year of ‘officially’ living here and I found myself with very little social life and desire to socialise with people. When I travel, I do love to meet people and even end up forming some long-lasting (and of course, long-distance) friendships with them. So what is happening here?
Is it my relationship with this country where I still couldn’t call home? Is it me who is not being open enough? Maybe this is just not my place? Am I afraid of settling down, and when I know that I would be living here for four years I simply hold myself back from feeling attached to this place? Or to any place at all?
This long-distance situation started to become a normality of my life and I started to question myself how long this will last. What would it be like to live with all my close friends around, meeting up for brunch every Sunday or having dinner together on Saturday night? Going straight to their place when I need someone to talk to instead of trying to call them on Skype? Going over to my parents’ ad bring them some cakes I baked or seeing my boyfriend after a long day at work?
I don’t know.
One thing I do know is that this is the life I am creating for myself, and consequentially I would always be in long-distance relationships with places. Having found home in three different countries, three different cultures. Because I don’t only have relationships with people, but also places. People can move and come together, but that’s not the case with places.
I suppose I will see how life will unfold itself from now on.