THE PEACE CORPS Separation Anxiety

I just got back from my late night grad school classes and after four hours of nonstop information brain stuffing, I need to let some other issues ooze out of my skull to make room for the new stuff, ya feel me?
Anywho, So my girlfriend and I have been friends for four years and have been dating for a little over two of those four years. We've pretty much known each other for all four years of college and have remained together after graduation even though she lives in Chicago and I live in Cleveland. Over the summer, we were actually able to see each other several times because of this sweet new Midwestern Bus service called MEGABUS. It's way cheaper than the greyhound, is a double-decker, really nice and comfortable inside, and doesnt smell like homeless people and farts like the greyhound. So the bus goes from Cleveland to Toledo to Chicago and from Chicago you can go to Minneapolis, Indianapolis, St. Louis, etc. etc. I can't remember the other locations but you get the idea.
So, we were able to visit each other for about a week at a time all summer; she came to my house twice and I went out to her place twice. If you're still reading by now, you're probably thinking "what the fuck is he talking about and where is he going with this?" Well, over the last few months of our senior year, Allison (that's her name by the way and she's also an English major, that's kinda how we met, well that and we both used to smoke a lot of weed) was making a hundred doctor's appointments and constantly freaking about all these medical forms and background checks and shit and always on the phone with her mom because she decided to join the peace corps after college because she wasn't really sure what she wanted to do, but she's a very self-less person with a huge heart and wanted to help people. I was totally and am totally cool with that, but it's pretty exclusive nowadays (as opposed to when Kennedy first designed it and everybody and their uncle could join with a blink of the eye) so I was worried that all the time she put in applying would be "in vein"(a reference to the unholy trinity). Well, over the summer she finally got the confirmation and she called me and told me the good news and i was pumped and then she said she was going to be in the Ukraine for two years straight... yeah the fucking Ukraine.
Immediately, a film I recently watched, "The Sum of All Fears" with Ben Affleck and Morgan Freeman came to mind because the Aryan Neo-Nazis are re-constructing a nuclear weapon in the the Ukraine in order to blow it up in the USA and make it look like Russia did it, in order to re-start the Cold War hostilities to make the two countries destroy each other so the Nazis can regain power, which is an alright plot, I guess. What's weird about it though is that it's based on the Tom Clancy novel and the character Jack Ryan. I'm used to Jack Ryan being played by Harrison Ford in the films "Patriot Games" and "Clear and Present Danger" where he's a huge badass. So, having Ben Affleck play the same character is a little off-setting, but I digress. The Eastern Europe scene in Euro-trip also came to mind, where it's all depressing and war-torn and crappy and miserable and shit. I also made a mental note of where the Ukraine is and how it's just a black sea away from the middle east.
But anyway, she left about two weeks ago and I've only been able to speak with her once because their time zone is around 7 hours after ours, so our schedules are still bass ackwards. Another issue is that calling the Ukraine costs a truck load of cash and using a phone card is a pain in the ass. Here's why: first of all you have to dial a long access number, then the card's pin, then you have to dial the country code, then the area code, then the number and after that there's a 99% chance that it gets fucked up and you have to redial the whole damn thing and lose minutes that you never got to actually use. Plus, she is living with a host family that doesnt speak any english whatsoever and she lives on a farm with four other peace keepers and they have to take sponge baths and shit. Honestly, I don't mind the farm and the spongebaths because that's kinda cool, I guess, to live a totally different lifestyle other than the spoiled selfish American kind. The biggest problem is that we both downloaded skype and got webcams so we can still have like weekly internet dates, but there is no internet where she is and the nearest city is twenty minutes away (probably traveling by horse and buggy or a mule cart or something). So even if she can get to the city, she's not allowed to leave until towards the end of october because she's doing all this language and acclimation classes full-time.
So, why not send each other letters? Well, I've emailed her a few times before realizing that she won't be able to respond for quite sometime. During the five minutes that I have been able to speak with her on the phone during the one instance where I actually got her call and wasn't sleeping or in class, I learned that there is a post office near her. Unfortunately, because she's been playing charades with the Ukrainians, she isn't sure if she's successfully been able to send the letters she wrote, and if she did, they won't get to me for around two weeks. When I asked her to tell me her address so I cant write letters, she told me she wrote it in the letters she sent and that they were too complicated to tell me over the phone, especially since her minutes were running out.
Wow, what a rant. My basic point is that I miss my best friend/girlfriend terribly, can't really communicate with her, and so it bums me out. But, I am super proud of her for being a badass adventurer and traveling to the other side of the globe to teach these eastern European kids English; it's actually really sexy. Unfortunately, I don't get to see her for two years unless I save enough money to fly out there and visit her (which I am planning on figuring out and doing sometime in the future, maybe next summer). So Good Luck Al!!