When the subject of my long distance things comes up I am usually looking for a graceful and early exit to the conversation. It’s not humility, I promise. It’s that I know that most don’t really understand it, and that’s going to lead to me feeling like a weirdo, and even worse that I am unrelatable. Most of these conversations end with “I get tired driving that far.” Believe me, so do I. Why do you think I got out and ran?
Reading this deadspin piece and hearing these dudes say, “No other choice” was about as comforting as it gets.