Half a Year Ago
I haven't seen or talked to my wife in many months. The last time we shook hands and had a real conversation was six months ago before the end of the era began. I wrote a letter everytime I missed them, and wrote an average of 3 per day since last year. It feels like running on 15% every day. Not low enough for hardcore powersaving, but not enough to be utilized normally for fear it'll run empty. Always on 15% motivation, 15% productivity.
I'm resigned to it now, but it still feels emptier, even with all the work there is to do and all the time I have to reconnect with all the other friends staying home too. I miss my wife, but they're busy kickstarting their career. I understand the space and distance, it's not a choice, I really do understand. But that doesn't make it suck any less. Knowing where you're going doesn't help the fact you have to get there.
