Where I Miss You
August 8, 2011
Hello lovely Wight readers, we have something new for you…my wonderful sister, Jess, is going to be gracing our pages with small pieces of her writing. She will be posting regularly so check in often to see what she has to say, I assure you it will be beautiful and thoughtful.
Enjoy Jess xx
(I can see her writing at a desk like this)
Where I Miss You
by Jessica
My flatmate said goodbye to her little sister last week who is off on a London adventure and it got me thinking about those sad goodbyes and how it feels to miss someone even when they’re not that far away. It’s never an easy task saying goodbye, from the heart wrenching sobs at the airport, wondering how many years it might be, to the sad wave as you watch someone head off down the driveway, back home to their city after an epic weekend together. For a while after, you might have a few tears or ignore the world with a good book or a glass of wine. Then the sadness softly fades and gives way to an odd little feeling that tugs on your heart every once in a while, prompting you to pick up the phone or send that long overdue email.
I live in a town in the middle of nowhere New Zealand. While the scenery is beautiful, there is not much going on here. A lot of the time I like my peace and quiet, this town is good for that. Nobody knows me and I can keep to myself. It’s perfect for long meditative walks in the forest or letting my body have the detox I know it needs. It has to be said however that I did not move here for the lifestyle but for a job, all in all a good move. But just sometimes and mainly on days like today, possibly because it is the weekend and so wintertime frosty you need a little laughter, I miss those I love.
Moving and travelling is what sets my heart alight, so there have been periods in my life where I have not seen old friends or family for several years. I always wonder how they are though, and send out little messages to the universe that their lives be sunshine and sweet. And then when we see each other again after a week or a year or more, it is always like nothing has changed. Every, single, time. Man I think that’s awesome.
So now I live in a town that is less than three hours from some of my closest friends, and only slightly more to each of my beautiful sisters. I still only get to see them a few times a year, which makes me sad, especially when we are so close. But when we are together, it rocks, every, single, time.
Before I started my day I wanted to sit here and give some time to missing you. While I cannot see or touch you now, the thought of you brings a smile to my face. I think Kate Mansfield sums it up best in the beautiful way that only she can, ‘this is not a letter, but my arms around you for a brief moment.’
