Friday, May 8, 2015

Five-Minute Friday: MEET

Once upon a time, we shared the backseat and sang along to country radio in the car:

I start walking your way
You start walking mine
We meet in the middle, 'neath that old Georgia pine 

It is 3,758 miles from her house in Nome to my house in Virginia. Sometimes this hurts my when I put the names of our towns into "maps" on my phone and it says it can't find a route between those two places.

Can't find a route. There's no way to get from here to there?

The four hour time difference can be hard, too, especially now when we both have babies that need to nap and sleep at regular times, or she's getting ready for work when my kids need me most, or I get up early and it's still the middle of the night where she is.

When you shared a bathroom and a parent and a piano and a car and your clothes and shoes and friends and breakfast cereal with someone for so long, being this far away from them is hard. I miss her every day. So, every now and then, we meet...not in the middle, exactly, but someplace we both can go. Once, it was Portland, Oregon, when my twins were babies...we put them in slings and walked all over the place, soaking up the scenery and each other's company. Once, it was LA, when my cousin got married. We shared a house in Seal Beach and took my son to the La Brea tar pits and sat on the beach and went to Mass together. Once, it was Dallas, Texas, where we stayed at my aunt's with our newish babies and shopped at Target and drank lots of coffee and pretended for a few days that we were just sisters, instead of sisters separated by a whole continent.

I'm always grateful for the time we have, but I'll always wish there was more of it, too.

Five-Minute Friday is a chance to free the pent-up words we've been accumulating in our brains all week and let them flow freely for five minutes, without over-editing or backtracking. When we're done, we share our work over at Kate Motaung's blog, where a whole community is waiting to encourage each other. You're invited- come join us. You don't even need a blog. You can leave your five minutes' worth of thoughts in the combox.