
It seems a little silly, but during October I always feel the distance between us and and our friends and family in America most acutely. During the summer, I know that we are all wearing shorts, going swimming, sweating, eating ice cream and being bitten by mosquitoes. The shared experiences make me feel that we are closer together. During the fall, though, our experiences begin to diverge. While we continue to wear shorts, go swimming, sweat, eat ice cream and be bitten by mosquitoes, you in the US are wearing sweaters, going for long walks on cool evenings, turning on your heaters, making hot soups, and watching the leaves turn. When I think of you doing those things, the 8000 miles really seems like 8000 miles.
Having lived in a 4-season climate for 27 years, I feel the passage of time by the changing of the weather. Here, where the temperature changes little from month to month, I sometimes forget that time is passing at all. Sometimes it seems that we are just away for the summer and we'll see you all again soon. Then, by hearing of your fall activities, I suddenly realize that time is passing after all and your lives and our lives go on from season to season. I remember that I haven't seen you in over a year and much has happened and changed in your lives without us being there to share it.
So, as I look out on another sunny tropical day, I miss you all and wish I could be with you.