Our conversations are only about the necessities of getting through the week: what we’ll have for dinner, who will feed Lucy (our dog) or what we need to get done on Saturday – the one day we both have off from work. We no longer debate whether Westerners are helping or hurting things in Cambodia through voluntourism, how to solve the Israel/Palestine crisis or discuss the purpose of our lives.
We no longer spend time going on long hikes, enjoy quiet time together or allow ourselves to binge watch a season of The Voice. We no longer have time for each other.
When we traveled the world together for nine months, we evolved our relationship to a level I previously thought unattainable. We went from being best friends who happened to be married, to soul mates who worked in harmony towards collective goals and a common mission. We were traveling the world together and depended on each other to get through it.