i’m learning the casualties of living far from everything that has become everything ‘else’ – tragedies, celebrations get left behind, lack of understanding/expression. it’s frustrating. just have to keep looking ahead. i chose to move away from these people, and consequentially, their ‘stuff’. it’s going to get more difficult with time, since i can’t fly a plane and don’t have frequent flier miles. i’ll have jobs and commitments and a husband. i’ll miss things. i won’t be there. distance i don’t embrace.