No, it’s no good. I’m having a great time but overshadowing the superficiality is the awareness that something big is missing from my life. The result is that I feel on autopilot a bit. Predictable that where all those mixed emotions come out is in my tango which is more wooden and uncaring than ever before.
I’ve not written much lately. I haven’t felt like it. I’m not looking forward to Lee flying home, because symbolically that’s when Koki was meant to be flying out. That isn’t happening now so where there should be love and wholeness there will now be loneliness for me.
This trip was in someways an extension of the last; a decision I made practically the moment I touched down on the LHR tarmac back in March. Whilst I discussed it with Kokila it was never in the context of un-planning/re-planning it, only in how she could be involved. That’s not enough when you’re trying to be a couple. I should have gone back to basics, looked at the impetus for the trip (tango), decided whether it was a sufficient justification for going so far on my own again. Whilst I disliked the idea of a two-week trip (it makes the cost per week quite high) the value of a shorter trip with Kokila would have been massively higher than this four-week trip on my own. I thought I could have my cake and eat it – two weeks of tango, Rotary, work focus and then two weeks of Koki and me. The result? A compromised two weeks and a sort of supressed dread of the next two.
So the effect has been a trip that is not what I wanted for us, only a selfish demonstration of free-will for me. And, not being the kind of person who can put matters like that aside, it has coloured and distorted most of my experiences here to varying degrees. I’m now a man trying to have fun on his own which should be shared. No wonder Kokila didn’t want to invade – looking back this was always my trip and she was invited along. That’s not the way to do it if you’re in love and it seems I have a lot to learn.
Well, I’m not telling anyone anything they don’t know when I say ennuie kills the urge to blog. If I’d had enough presence of mind (that’s also a little bit on the rocks) I could have taken notes so that I could catch up on posts. It’s unlikely those same posts would convey my normal boundless enthusiasm so it’s probably better not to write them at all.
If you’re painting a mental picture of what’s going on in my head, let me help you along with some sound advice.
– If you have any empathy at all, don’t try to travel like a bachelor when you’ve got an amazing girlfriend back at home. You’ll probably both end up feeling awful. Your separation coping strategy may be distraction, but that can only get you so far.
– When your relationship is at the stage where your mind and body is connected with someone, no amount of rational internal dialogue will override the simple fact that you need one another.
– If you’re a give-your-all kind of person who enjoys living in the moment, you had better make sure that your lover is in that moment. If she’s thousands of miles away, you’re expecting her to be a saint.
– If you felt bad when your girlfriend went away on tour to Spain for nine days of concerts and partying, requiring you to use all your mental effort not to go utterly crazy with jealousy and doubt, don’t think two weeks for her when the distance is even greater will remotely work. You aren’t being fair.
The upshot? I am a long way away, desperately trying to fill my life so that I don’t get overburdened by the idea of two weeks without Koki. I don’t think I’m going to succeed. Do you people seriously want me to keep writing?
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As I write this, her text has come in to say that she is about to take off for India. If you can avoid putting yourself in this position, do whatever it takes. I never will again.