Given that yesterday marked the 1.75 year benchmark for my boyfriend and me, I thought that might shape the theme of today’s entry. As some of you know, I am currently studying out in the United States; I’ve been here about three weeks and I feel I am now ready to begin writing.
I do not need to praise Skype, you all know that it’s easy, free and brilliant that you can use the e-mail account you already have , unlike the dreaded ‘Windows Live’. What I didn’t know is how amazing it would be for communicating across oceans. I was anticipating dropped calls, poor audio quality and satellite lag galore. So far I have experienced a mere two points of poor audio quality and one dropped call (and this was definitely Ryan’s fault!) and these were all at peak UK or US times. Video calling isn’t bad either, but definitely better with a wired connection. Anyway, without Skype I would be at a loss, there would be no inexpensive way to stay in touch with my friends and family, and most significantly, my boyfriend.
If I didn’t know it already, being in a strange land brings an acute realisation of what defines you. Each conversation with my new roommates will bring up a story of back home. When asked in my folklore class which story means most to me I picked the rather obvious ‘Brave New World’ but for a surprisingly new reason. Rather than simply stating that it’s fantastic, I realised that it has become a link to my boyfriend, whose favourite book is ’1984′ and who consistently humours me with the Orwell vs. Huxley argument. You also realise just how many memes and in-jokes you develop with your close friends over time, and how after a while that can impair your ability to communicate with people who have not shared the common experience.
I met my boyfriend through a little thing called GeekSoc. In fact I met all of my friends save a precious few through said organisation. There is no equivalent here, or at least none worth writing home about. Despite being in a ‘liberal’ area of the American South, it is still more acceptable to be gay than a geek; a term that is not widely used here, ‘nerd’ being far more prevalent and derogatory to boot. I have found myself strike up conversations with random guys in Uncanny X-Men t-shirts only to realise that they cannot tell their Uncanny from their Astonishing. Speaking of the X-Men, my darling boyfriend recently bought me my own copy of the Dark Phoenix Saga, and had it delivered to me here. Even my geek connections across the Atlantic.
Perhaps I have painted my experience so far in a negative light. I have not meant to. All the people I know here are lovely, fun and I am sure good future friends of a new kind. However, the strange ways in which my existing relationships are presenting themselves means that I value them even more and miss them a great deal.