I’m getting used to distance. I’m of an age when your children have flown to university and some of them beyond that are adults making their own way.
I’m used to distance. Usually I get in the car and drive to a city to cut out distance. Several of you live in several big cities.
I’m used to being at home alone, quietly working at one of my desks, depending on my mood. The old Mac where I’m writing a children’s novel or my friend’s laptop which gives me instant internet access to look up the odd word that isn’t in everyday use anymore, which sometimes makes me doubt my own instinct.
I’m used to distance but this distance hurts. I can’t drive to London, my childhood village, walk along the Thames to visit my sister. I can’t take you out for ice-cream in Salisbury, tea in Bath, or coffee in Dorset.
EXPANSION through DISTANCE:
Distance gives room for expansion. When you view things from a distance you can receive a new perspective. It Isn’t at all the same as not having the money to bridge the distance. I’ve experienced that. Losing a job. You never get asked, how will this loss impact on your life or the life of your family? No-one thinks about the distance you avoid by faithfully turning up for work like clockwork, on time and punctual every day. Yet still it is not enough. That distance-imposed loss is worse.
At least with this distance, everyone is suffering right alongside me.