My mom left Maputo this morning and as usual, we lamented the fact that we couldn't have more time together. Ten days was painfully short, though definitely a step up from last year's whirlwind of a visit, and without a doubt better than no visit at all.
We will see each other again in September, when Rico and I make the trek to the Bay Area and New Mexico. It amazes me how, on the heels of 10 days passing in the blink of an eye, it seems like the 7 months from now until our next reunion will take an eternity.
Sometimes I wonder what on earth I am doing living so far away from my family. Life is short, and the opportunities to get together regrettably infrequent and fleeting. I enjoy the expatriate path I've taken thus far, but I can't help but fear that one day I will deeply regret not having made proximity to my loved ones more of a priority.
Again, I return to the wish to clone myself into 5 or 6 different Ali's so that I might be together with all of the people I hold nearest to my heart, in all of my multiple homes.
2 comments:
I hear you...
I couldn't agree with you more! My nephew is growing up in leaps and bounds in between each visit I'm able to make home. I'm always searching for that balance between following my own path and staying close to family.
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