Wanted: Hugs

I was enjoying the view from the top of these stairs in Port Macquarie when I heard the small cry of a child.  That’s when I saw him.  Yep, that little curly blonde-haired boy on the right, standing with his arms stretched out towards his parents.  I didn’t know it at the time, but there would soon come a day when I’d know exactly how he felt.

Today was that day.  I don’t know what came over me but I was suddenly aware of just how far away I was from my own parents, my family, my friends, my former world.  It was overwhelming and for a brief moment, I experienced a sense of complete abandonment.  Weird.  I mean, wasn’t I the one who left?  Wasn’t I the one who accepted the job offer and got on that plane?  Wasn’t I the one who chose to marry an Aussie and live here?  But who said we’d stay here indefinitely? And what does that matter right now anyway?

It matters.  It matters because it’s very real.  Everyone’s over there and I’m all the way over here.  I needed a hug.

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