My sister has lived at least one time zone away from me for the last five years. Minus one, plus two, minus three. My time, your time, Eastern Standard Time.
This summer, my fiance has been in two different time zones. At first, I consoled myself by thinking, “It will be better once it’s a ten hour difference, not 7 hours. 7 hours is too awkward–10 will be better.”
Turns out, any time difference is the wrong difference. For now, I am eagerly anticipating the day when I can call all of my loved ones without whipping out the calculator.