Exactly one year ago, on April 6th, Perry and I hit the road for parts unknown, with a rough itinerary and open-ended return date. The planning had been in the works for nearly a year and in preparation for departure we had checked off a long list of tasks, from saving money to selling our stuff to getting our teeth cleaned. We even had fun 'chores' such as researching destinations and poring over maps. We felt prepared, but in between trips to Goodwill and dentist visits, we missed a crucial topic.
And selfies? But mostly, how much time together is too much time together? I read a few blogs written from the perspective of traveling couples, so had an inkling that it would come up at some point. I remember one pair suggested booking weekend trips apart if the togetherness became too much.
We joked about our impending extreme cohesion, but after twelve years together including living nearly three years in the UK , didn't think too much of it, and besides, until you live it, it's tough to prepare for it.
It hasn't come to separate weekends yet, but I can confidently say that long term travel adds a strange and sometimes taxing stress to a relationship. No matter how many hours you think you spend together, you most certainly get a break from time to time.
Maybe you head off to separate jobs in the morning. Or partake in different activities in your off-hours. You probably have at least one happy-hour friend that doesn't overlap with your beloved. Don't get me wrong, I'm not looking for sympathy. Sure, there have been a few tense moments, but I'm pleasantly surprised at how much travel has enhanced and strengthened our relationship.
