08 Nov I’ve Never Felt Like a Very Lucky Person…
But this weekend I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
This weekend my amazing boyfriend came all the way from Toronto just to visit me here in NYC.
Oh, yeah… I’m in a long distance relationship…
Definitely never thought I’d ever be in a long distance relationship, let alone extremely happy in one.
Mind you, I also never thought I could ever be this happy at all.
When I say I’ve never felt like a lucky person, I really mean I’ve never felt like a lucky person. I mean, I recognize that I am luckier than many people in the world. I am beyond lucky to have a loving family, to have and continue to be getting a great education, and I am extremely lucky to simply be alive right now. However, I’m only lucky to be alive due to my unlucky medical circumstances. Being diagnosed with Crohn’s disease at 9 years old, almost dying from the disease at the age of 13, and having my colon removed isn’t really winning the lottery. (I know a lot of you can attest to that!)
Unfortunately, my lack of luck was present in many other parts of my life. For instance, I had been teased my entire primary and secondary school education. I was also extremely unlucky that my father passed away far too soon for anyone my age. And, well, the story of my love life thus far could be made into its own sadistic comedy.
The short version of the unluckiness that was my love life is that I had not been noticed by boys until I was 18 years old, my first boyfriend wasn’t really my first boyfriend as he had actually been dating a girl for a year when he started “dating” me, and my most recent ex-boyfriend who tried to convince me he was the best I could ever do (as many of you had read in some of my old blogs) really didn’t treat me very well at all. In fact, the entire story of my love life was a combination of all the bad things that could happen to a girl my age all wrapped into the past 4 years of my life. The luckiest thing about my love life, I suppose, was that my ostomy had nothing to do with any of it (who knew? Yay?)
I guess I always thought that I’d never get lucky in the relationship department. I mean, I was already extremely unlucky in the medical department, and in many other facets of my life that I just kind of accepted the apparent inevitable. At one recent point in my life, I had even told a few of my friends that I was researching “how to live life as a cat lady.”
That was until I met my current boyfriend.
As I said before, I never wanted to be in a long distance relationship, and knowing I was moving to NYC was the perfect chance for me to be single and focus on my career (and the eventual hoard of cats I was soon to own), but when this boy asked me out- full well knowing that I was moving to NYC, I just couldn’t say no.
There was something special about him; something lucky about him.
Though I never wanted to be in a long distance relationship, I knew that this boy was someone I couldn’t turn away.
How right I was (or he was for asking to date me despite my eventual move.) Not only do the two of us get along better than I have ever gotten along with anyone in my life, and not only can we have long intellectual discussions about stocks or technology or science, and not only does he make me laugh harder than I have ever laughed before, but he treats me like a queen.
This weekend was just another example of how amazing this boy is to me. He went extremely far out of his way-out of his city- just to spend a few simple days with me.
This weekend was just that- simple. We didn’t really do much but it was more fun than anything I’ve done in NYC so far. Our weekend included some of the obligatory touristy things that have to be done in while in the city like taking a walk through Central Park, making a visit to the Dakota house (where John Lennon was shot), and missioning through the masses in Times Square. One of our evenings even included getting all dressed up where the boy wined and dined me at a very classy restaurant. We also walked around my area a few times to grab groceries and coffees while taking in the cool city air. However, the most fun the two of us had together this weekend was simply cuddling on the couch watching documentaries like Stephen Hawking’s series Into the Universe (did I mention he was just as much of a nerd as I am?). The most fun I have with him is when we just sit around and do nothing together.
And he came all the way to NYC just to do nothing with me.
I’ve heard that long distance relationships are hard, stressful, and that they rarely last, but I think that when you are in the right one with the right person who treats you like a queen, it’s really not that hard at all.
Did I say I had an unlucky love life?
I have the luckiest one of all.