global urban problems

I miss a. she moved to latté-city, and is shooting down south right now. and that's good, just far away from where I am making my living at the moment. and on the long run, this is not going to change, really. I want the two of us to be happy and employed and earning some cash, but at the same time I want to have breakfast with her in my bed and at night complain about the crummies. and make pumpkin soup for her, and use her fancy shower gel (actually, that I can do: she left it here, and it smells really manly!). I am terrible at outlining my day within a ten minute phonecall, but that's our time window sometimes. don't get me wrong, if she decided to come here and move in with me now, I'd freak out. for a while. maybe I will freak her out by suggesting something like that myself someday (yeah, not that soon). you know. there is this gap between understanding the artistic and financial necessities, and wanting to just be with the one you're with. if I move to London next year, I'll make her come along. just that she doesn't have that dream. and her career is here. it's never going to be easy, at all. it's all about compromise, really. that's no news for no one, I know. I knew that, too. but once more I am learning that knowing something beforehand doesn't keep you from having to experience the whole package yourself. and that applies to pretty much everything. no, it applies to everything. all the time.