I’ve spent the last few weeks in Reykjavik observing the sheer number of lost gloves scattered across the city. It’s a metaphor for how we often view ourselves when we’re apart from those we love, useless halves of a pair. But honestly, I’ve realized that being alone doesn’t mean being lost. My partner is 8,000 miles away in Iowa right now, and while some say long-distance adds excitement or prevents us from taking each other for granted, others see it as a bleak existence. We are "mismatched" to the outside world, yet we’ve thrived for twenty-five years. Why are we so obsessed with being the "perfect pair"? Maybe the beauty of a relationship isn't in constant proximity or perfect symmetry, but in knowing exactly where the other is, even when separated by oceans. #culture #relationships #travel