I think my motivations for hating geography are rather less noble than
I hate that my three best friends from uni are in three different continents. I am of course deeply grateful that
I hate that this stupid fact of geography undermined the wonderful amazing couple relationship I had with
I hate that my entire contact with New A and NZ in the past year has consisted of a handful of emails, the occasional phonecall and very brief visits. I hate that I've only had more interaction than that with
I hate that I don't see enough of my close circle from school to be part of eachothers' lives, though I very much appreciate the effort that FL, AN and HFL all make to keep in touch. I hate myself for not being a better correspondent with the people I care about. I hate that I've lost touch almost completely with RG and SC.
I am eternally grateful to MK for being so absolutely determined and stubborn in making sure we stay close despite geography, for bombarding me with answerphone messages and emails until he catches me at a time when we're free to talk, for making sure that he's free to spend at least a little time with me whenever I'm in the London area, and for regarding travelling here to see me as realistic. I hate that even with his making a supreme effort, we're only in touch every couple of months, though. I hate that I've missed seeing his boy grow up and metamorphose from an unutterably cute baby to someone who is beginning to be a person, and that he (little N) barely remembers who I am because I see him so very rarely. And I hate hate hate hate that MK is going to Australia in a few months, because realistically that's too much geography to make it even possible to see eachother for the next several years.
My closeness with
I hate struggling to maintain a connection with PM via the tenuous thread of approximately annual letters. I hate that I didn't discover until several months after the event that she had got married, because she was in Hong Kong at the time. I hate that she hasn't met any of my friends, and because of geography is unlikely to.
I hate that my sibs are scattered round the UK and that we no longer have that casual closeness of growing up together, but that we know eachother too well to specifically make arrangements to see eachother most of the time.
In general terms I hate that in order to go to England to see my friends I have to spend nearly two whole days (and too much money) travelling, and that the time we do have together is too brief and too overcrowded as a result. This applies to
And I hate with a passionate fury that geography kept me apart from unanima mea soror Spanish M during a critical two-year period. I can not even describe how much I hate that I've been less than whole for nearly a decade now, and I hate geography for making it near impossible to repair that apartness and brokenness. I'm not going to continue this paragraph because I can't even think about this hatred without crying.
Still, LJ helps a lot. Really, really a lot.