It was over a year ago, last January, when my boyfriend of almost four years said, "So I have something to tell you" over a Friday night dinner in Chinatown. My appetite instantly evaporated and my stomach suddenly ached with anticipation over what would follow those words. Immediately I thought, This is the break-up dinner, and my mind whirled into a frenzy of what could be wrong when I thought we were so happy. We caught a cab and went back to his Brooklyn apartment, quickly saying hi to his roommates and disappearing into his room to talk. The Frisky: "Should I Pursue A Long-Distance Relationship Or Move On Already?"
Sitting on his bed, I prepared myself for the worst. Did he cheat on me? Did he lose his job? Just looking at him, I couldn't tell. He wasn't mad, but he wasn't happy either. He's usually calm, but at that moment he was nervous.
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"So, I'm moving to Hong Kong for work," was the next thing I heard.
I felt like I'd been smacked. This was very unexpected. As an analyst for Goldman Sachs, he was already in his company's biggest office—New York—but his eyes lit up as he told me about an opportunity for a transfer to Hong Kong for a year.
I was overwhelmed and confused as to what this meant for us. I sat for a minute and tears just started to fall. It was all I could do. Even as he comforted me, it was all that I did for the rest of the night.
Jordan and I began dating my freshman year at Boston University. I wasn't looking for a relationship—I had broken up with my high school boyfriend that summer and wanted to start college single. I dated here and there, but the night I met Jordan I knew there was something more about him. We met in standard college fashion: at a fraternity. He was a brother of Chi Phi at MIT whose house just happens to be mere blocks from the BU campus. A high school friend of mine was also Chi Phi and brought me over to meet the brothers. It didn't take too long after meeting Jordan that we went out on our first date. I wasn't sure if I wanted to dive into something long term, but we became so close I couldn't say no.
Three years later, sitting in that restaurant, I was afraid I might have to. I was in my senior year of college. He had already graduated from MIT, being two years older, and moved to New York. Living five hours apart already was annoying, yet do-able. But 18 hours and thousands of miles apart—really?! The Frisky: 7 Ways To Survive A Long-Distance Relationship
The rest of that weekend progressed as our biweekly visits usually did. Spending time in the city, seeing friends, going out—only now any quiet moments were filled with so many questions: How long will you be gone? How will this work? We're staying together, right? Should I visit?