The Phone Call

So I realise my last post was a little bit vague. Let me explain:

While Aaron has been working away, his phone calls have been fairly sporadic. I mean, it could be a month or two between phone calls. So when you finally get his voice at the other end of the line, it gets really frustrating when a) there's a few seconds delay so you are constantly talking over each other and saying 'sorry, pardon' and b) the other half of the phone call is "Speak up! I can't hear a word you're saying!!!"

You would also be forgiven for assuming that if, having not spoken to each other for a month we wouldn't be able to shut ourselves up, it would be non-stop chit chat, catching up on the news and telling each other about what's been going on in our lives. But, alas, this isn't the case. It's almost like, wow, I have so much to tell you I don't even know where to begin, or I have forgotten what I have or haven't told you already. It's too hard to think of what to say and once you get the audio issues sorted out and can hear each other, there are a lot of silences that have nothing to do with poor reception.

It frustrates me to no end, because here is the person I love most in this world, wasting precious seconds (and dollars) on a phone call to me, and I can't even think to tell him about my day. It's overwhelming and confusing and by the time I have my thoughts organised and a list of things to pass along, break time is over and he has to go.

So even when we talk, we say a lot of nothing. There's a lot of "I love you"s and "I miss you"s (and rightly so) but I always get off the phone feeling like I have wasted an opportunity, or lost something instead of gained it.

And that's why I hate international phone calls.