Last weekend I spent two days in New York City with my sisters as we celebrated my sister Karen's 60th birthday. They live close to each other in Phoenix and are often at each other's houses. Being the one who moved away over 30 years ago, I don't have the same relationship with them as they do among themselves.
Distance divides you in subtle and not so subtle ways. I miss many of their inside jokes and the intimate moments they have shared together. We are bound by our shared experiences as children growing up, but those experiences deviate when someone moves away.
Despite our love and support for one another, I will also be separated by the years and the life I've made for myself in Chicago. I would not change my life, but I do feel the longing of being part of something that I'm no longer a part of.