Saturday, March 19, 2011
As Long As We Both Shall Live
My friend Kate and I drove to Nashville to meet my new roommate and visit the Vanderbilt Divinity School campus that same day. I tried to put The Swede out of my mind but then he called. And he kept calling every day, and emailing, and then he bought a ticket to come spend a week with me at my new home in Nashville. We visited Graceland and laid by the pool and went to the movies and watched a couple seasons of Entourage and bought inexpensive American clothes and ate good food. He set up Skype on my laptop and we talked about me visiting him in Sweden at Christmastime. And then he went home and I didn't feel like I'd never see him again this time, but I also knew that it was possible that this long distance, with four months before I'd see him again, may never work. But we kept emailing. We sent each other long messages every single day; if I didn't get an email one day I would have thought he had died, he was that reliable, that trustworthy. He told me he loved me. Despite the huge time difference, we Skyped whenever we could and I cannot begin to explain how important that was. There were times when I missed him so much I felt like I couldn't breathe and then, when I heard his voice and saw his face, I was revived in the fullest sense of the word.