My Mom is at the hospital and had surgery yesterday. It drives me crazy to be here so far away in LA and not being able to visit her right now. I was able to shortly talk to her this morning and I know she’s doing quite well under the prevailing circumstances. I don’t need to worry, but I hate the fact that I can’t be there for her right now.
It’s strange, because this is not the first time I have lived away so far from home, but right now the distance seems overwhelmingly far… this, of course, could be due to the fact that a) more than 6000 miles are indeed … uhm, let’s face it… FAR, b) nobody was having surgery the last time I lived in CA, and c) after spending almost a whole year back in Germany, I had gotten used to being so close to my family again. I do admit that is kind of a contradiction, too, that a “family person” like me can physically be apart from her family for extended periods of time. Doesn’t quite fit, but I am trying.