Very early this morning JB and I went to the Botanical Gardens. It was a cool, crisp, sunny day, 58 degrees, an unusual June morning. As we walked through the Japanese Gardens, I couldn’t help but think of my son’s imminent journey back to Japan (he will be leaving a week from this Saturday). This trip may last longer than his originally planned three month sojourn, in fact, may last two years— maybe more.
I am very supportive of his decision to go, supportive of adventure and risk-taking, but I am also feeling very melancholy at the physical distance he will be from us. I will work hard to convince myself that closeness, intimacy, and deep connection have nothing to do with miles.