Leaving on a jet plane

But we will be back a month from now.  We are making a pilgrimage to the motherland, Italy.  G grew up in Rome, the city of my father.  It is a place that I have also called home for long periods.

I’m looking forward to this trip: our families, our friends, the beach, the food, the affection that will be showered on g.

I’m dreading this trip: our families, the food, the travel, the many things that I will miss while I’m away.

I have much to say but no time right now.  I will miss this space. I will miss reading the blogs whose writers I have become so terribly attached to.  I intend to pick up an old hobby while I’m away, the journal, lost art of pen and paper.

Once we arrive, I will cling desperately to this trip.  Age, with it’s burden of responsibility, has transformed the anticipation of change, the arrival of the next phase, into what is largely an exercise in fear.  The wheels have been set in motion so that many things are slated to happen after our return.  Others still are dependent on the trip itself.

Life, as they say, goes on.


6 thoughts on “Leaving on a jet plane

  1. Have a safe, memorable trip, slowmamma! I hope this trip brings you good things and eases the transitions to come. I hope journaling does good things for you while you’re away. You will be missed in this space and your return eagerly awaited.

  2. A month in Italy! Oh it sounds lovely, and hard, and crazy… Do be sure to take careful notes so that you can share your experiences with your customary magic. I’ll miss you!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s