On my first post here I mentioned that I'm living 6,468 miles away from my home town. And most of my family. And 99% of my friends. It's hard, you know. Although I try not to think too much about it, there are days when it hits me and I get sad and lonely all over. It does get better with time (it's been 5 years) but I feel like there will always be a huge part of me left behind.
It could be worse. My great-grandfather family moved from Italy to Brazil in the early 1900s. The ship journey took months. It was uncomfortable. They didn't know what to expect. They probably never saw pictures of their soon-to-be home town. If they wanted to let their friends know how they were doing in the new life, they had to write letters and wait many moons for a reply. Photography was expensive.
Now I can call my sister anywhere with my cellphone to learn about her next adventure. I can video chat with my best friend so she can show me her new baby girl. I can follow my brother's photostream. I can even take a virtual stroll through Sao Paulo via Google Maps street view. And, money/work allowing, I can simply board a plane, watch a couple of movies, read some pages of my book, sleep a little, and I'm there.
After all, it doesn't matter if we're living in the 1900s or in the 21st century: a hug is still a hug.