Linking up to the Gypsy Mama's five minute Friday....
Chile is so far away. My husband's homeland, the place where he most wants to be. His mama is there, his daddy is there, his brothers and cousins and grandmas and the people who mattered most to him for so so so long are there, and we are here.
Here in the very different US, with values thrown at us everyday that seem to say that his childhood was inferior and that returning to a life like that would be the most unwise choice. Here, where the only way to get from one place to another is by car. Here, where without a college degree a "real job" is impossible to come by. Here, where being a legal resident costs thousands of dollars, time, and ridiculous interviews where people question whether you are actually married.
Distance is what happens when it is time for the holidays, time to remember family traditions, and the people who are still celebrating them, even though he is far away, thrust into the midst of my own family's holiday celebrations. Distance between his family and him, my family and his family, and somehow, distance between the two of us, as I try to draw him closer than ever to sooth the ache of being so far away, and he wants nothing to do with my sympathy.
Distance can start off between one place and another, and end up being between one person and another. Time can put them back together again.