Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Travel Lag

It happened back in Spain. Suddenly, Shana was the one showing me around. After dragging that kid all over all those other years, it was her turn to show me. She kept going, too, trekking through Europe, even alone sometimes, for five more months and the message sunk in. I'm done. I freaked out for years trying to show her new places, cramming in as much as possible, giving her ideas, hoping she would be ready to get out on her own. And now, for her last summer at home before graduating, we seem to be staying close. Going to some of the old near-by faves, maybe pushing in a different kind of world view that she'll remember.

There's no place like home. Right?

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