We are at the airport.
It looks like time is running very slow.
You are always looking at the clock on the screen of your phone and at the arrivals board.
Seconds turn into minutes. Minutes turn into hours.
Counting the time… “T-minus two hours and counting!”
But, if we are going to be honest, the actual countdown starts a few days earlier with an unwelcoming guest: Anxiety.
Oh, that cruel villain knows how to play its role to perfection.
The days seem so long.
The nights, endless.
Eventually that day arrives and the plane is about to take off in what it seems half the world away.
You just need to wait a little while longer.
While waiting, we are indulging ourselves in enjoyable remembering of past events with them.
I’m talking about the loved ones.
Hold on! You finally get the information you were waiting for: The plane has just landed.
That long-awaited moment had finally arrived.
So, when the doors at the airport finally open and they come out, you burst into tears, tears of joy!
You give them a warm hug. You don’t want to let go.
It’s a moment of sheer happiness.
When you decide to go on a journey like the one my wife and I are taking, you know already that it is going to be hard on the family.
It’s never easy to live far away from those you love and hold close to your heart.
No matter the reasons why, it is difficult.
Even though our family is spread across the globe (Portugal, The Netherlands, France, Ireland, United Kingdom, South Africa, Australia, etc.), that does not make it less unchallenging.
The funny thing is sometimes when you are living close to each other, it seems that you are worlds apart.
Sure, you spend a lot more time with the family but, most of the times, for whatever reason, conversations are meaningless and some of the get-togethers resembles an idiotic ensemble.
It looks like you are taking them for granted.
You are doing it unconsciously of course but, nonetheless, we end up with the same result.
To put it bluntly, you are being an idiot.
Occasionally we tend to value a relation only when something is missing or when you are no longer stuck in a rut.
Sounds pathetic right?
I do not see it that way, though.
I believe it to be part of life.
You live and learn. It is something that, most of the times, you can only get from experience.
Life, at least for me, is all about change, the acquisition of knowledge and the process of creating memories.
We each follow its own path in life and, sometimes, that road leads you far away from your family.
So, what do you do then?
You don’t waste a second of those special moments.
We are back at the airport and we don’t say goodbye.
“We will see each other soon!”
We are closer than ever before.
The journey continues…