Wow. Has it really been that long since I wrote in here? I don't believe it. I think I could be a terrible mother if I was ever going to be one. I might just put the kid down somewhere and forget to pick him up, only to get carried away with life until someone asks me about little Frankie.
Time is flying again and leaving me with a bit of motion sickness. Homesickness is a little like motion sickness, come to think of it. It is something inside you that wants to be back home while the rest is wanting to be in motion. The pull between the two is what makes you sick. Like when you are driving, your brain can not quite keep up with your eyes and the difference between the two makes you ill.
We bought our tickets to South America last week. Soon we will be flying again. I wonder if that is how you can stop time from flying on you - you fly away from it instead.
What kind of wings would time have?
