Today I attended a new church, alone for the first time.  My fiance and I have only recently converted to the Catholic faith and we have always attended service together since then.  She is still going to the church we started in together while I am 1000 miles away trying to find another church that I will enjoy attending. 

One of the things I enjoy about the Catholic Church is knowing that she and I are listening to the same readings everytime we go to church.  Sure the Homily and songs are different, but knowing that the message is always based on the same readings gives me some connection to her on Sunday mornings that I won't get on any other day of the week.

After church I got back to preparing for my new apartment and fishing in the pond next to the house.  A hard life I know, but someone has to live it right?  The hardest part is honestly having the time to contemplate the seperation Linda and I are enduring and its effects on our relationship.  I hope that I am able to still be supportive of her when she needs it; although I worry that the distance will make that very difficult.  Our schedules may conflict with one another or just a different set of challenges that shape our perceptions.  Regardless, I am confident our love will last through the trial and look forward to our life together.