In Swahili there’s no word for “miss” as in “I miss you.” It’s a language distinctly lacking in words to describe emotions, and “miss” is one of the words that just isn’t there. This made it so hard to explain my feelings to Tanzanians when I was there, because a lot of the time I was consumed with the loneliness of missing my friends and family. I thought of Zach every single night as I fell asleep and often dreamed about him. The missing was a constant ache despite how much I tried to ignore it. I realized that the loneliness of KNOWING there’s a perfect person out there for you and not being with him is worse than the loneliness of just being single. And you can’t tell people how much you miss the guy you’re in love with back home because their language has no words to describe it!
Fast forward a year and a half. We haven’t spent even a week apart since I got back from Africa. Now, Zach is working on construction project that is 2 HOURS AWAY from home. It sucks!!! We keep hoping that he’ll be offered a job closer to home, but so far no such luck. This puts us in quite a pickle. If he wants to come home at night he basically loses half the day’s money in gas costs. Argh! So he’s been camping out, sleeping in his truck in 100-degree desert heat most nights and just coming home once a week.
I miss him!!!!! I can’t believe how lucky I am to have a partner who will endure such annoying circumstances to make our dreams a reality. But I’m just so used to being with him that the world seems duller when he’s not around. I can’t believe how much I miss him when he’s just gone for a few days at a time. It’s crazy. All I do when he’s gone is eat ice cream and watch Grey’s Anatomy, lol. Regressing to the sad, single girl life. Ultimately, though, it helps me realize how blessed I am to have a person I never want to be without. Being able to miss someone like this is extraordinary. It’s kind of a gift.