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Living Apart


I said goodbye to Tony and Sana in the wee hours of the morning (6am on the last day of vacation definitely qualifies as ‘wee hours’) holding back the tears. The uncertainty of when we will be together again fresh in my mind. Back when we started this endeavor, we knew we could make it the three months until Thanksgiving. The excitement of new jobs and new opportunities filled us. Now, the reality of being apart comes crashing in.

I need to tune back into the adventure of the whole thing and embrace whatever that means. However, it is not easy to be apart from loved ones going through difficult situations. I can’t be there to offer the physical comfort of a hug. No matter how great a phone call, Skype, or facebook, they will never take the place of being there.

I go back to school tomorrow. A place for me to get lost in my teacher-side of me for at least ten hours a day. At home, it continues with being a mother to Sean and Patti. And maybe sneak in a phone call or two. By the time bedtime rolls around, there has been little to no time to wallow in the empty spaces of my closet. I look forward to that day tomorrow. A day of getting back into the routine of school and making it through life apart. 

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