Life right now is about missing. It's also about taking the necessary steps either to get reunited with those missing things or people, or learning how to let things go and move forward.
I miss my partner and son, but through the wonders of Skype and other technology, I can keep in touch really well. The distance is bridged and my heart is calmed.
I miss my profession. That's why I'm back in the desert, after all, plucking cactus needles from my fingers and fiddling with swamp coolers. Whether relocating to this tectonic plate while I go through the application process makes a difference remains to be seen. It hasn't yet, but I just got here, and it's a little late now for any academic jobs to open up. Hopefully in the fall.
I miss my friends, but I am having a blast reconnecting with old ones and making new ones.
I miss my U.S. family, but I am planning a visit to the South to see them.
I miss my critters. Thankfully, I can walk the few steps to Homer's house and pat his three pussies whenever I need a fix. Especially Mama Cat. Now completely blind (but otherwise as healthy as ever), she spends most of her waking hours relentlessly pacing a counterclockwise circle in the kitchen. It's heartbreaking to watch, but I realize that cats need to move about, and this at least is a safe way for her to do it in an environment full of walls, furniture legs and dangerous human feet. She's not much for being held and stroked, but at least, I hope, doing so now and again breaks the monotony of her routine.
Finally, as any blogger whose camera has crapped out can attest, I miss taking photos. Yesterday, thanks to Lyle and his red Toyota, I was able to do something about that. After doing my usual geeky research into models and pricing, I am the proud owner of a new Canon SD1100 IS. (That's the Ixus 80, for you Aussies.) It's a beauty.
I tried it out last night while enjoying wine and spicy hermits with Homer and Lyle. It's a lot like the old camera, only newer, faster, sexier and, yes, pink.