On Sunday, I was able to Skype with my brother, my sister-in-law, and one of my nieces in the good 'ol US of A. It was the first time I had heard their voices and seen their beautiful faces in four months. My daughter got to speak (although in a very silly way) with her sweet cousin. It was good. It was better than good. It was great.
Great to connect with my family. OK, so afterwards, I had to hide myself in the kitchen and blow snot into paper towels for ages. My eyes were swollen for the rest of the day and I had a pit, an ache in my stomach. Though connecting brought me happiness, it was a raw reminder of how far away we really are, too. I can't just drive up to my brother's and stare at their clear sky while the strong valley winds bluster. Bittersweet. Hard to swallow.
I know that each time I connect, though, the bitterness bites less and the sweetness lingers longer. I've been able to Skype with a couple of my besties a few times each; each time it gets easier. (Translation: less crying after or during.)
Bangkok visits are like this:
To any of you who haven't uploaded Skype yet, I hope you do so we can chat! It's easy, it's free, and it's just like talking on the phone. Um. Except you have to put up with my poor internet connection and the fact that we'll get disconnected multiple times. Aside from that, though, it's just like being on the phone!
And I promise, I will call you back when we get disconnected. Unless I can't.
-BeckyP.S. if you do download Skype (FREE!!!!!!!), then add me.