345 Days of LDR: 30 Days until US again
Today, I want to write about the end of this long-distance chapter. Just 30 more days until I’ll finally be in his arms again. The thought alone fills my heart with so much gratitude and happiness. After a year of waiting, counting days, and holding on to late-night calls, the finish line is finally in sight. I picture the reunion so clearly in my mind: he’ll pick me up here in JB, and then we’ll leave JB together with no looking back. From there, we can start building our home again — renovate the little things, restock the refrigerator, and enjoy home-cooked meals every day. That simple dream of living together again feels like the sweetest gift after all this distance. Of course, worries come along too. The new workplace means a two-hour commute each day. That alone sounds tiring, and the idea of crowded places and constant interactions stirs up my anxiety. Honestly, I’m not preparing much for it — just praying for the best, and hoping I’ll find the rhythm when the time comes. And w...