Thursday, September 07, 2006
Here's looking at you, kid
It's well past midnight as I write this in a tiny hotel room in the middle of a giant city. In just under 10 hours, I'll hopefully lift off the runway on the first leg of my trip home.
As is the case every time I travel alone, I miss being at home. I miss the background and foreground sounds that are unique to our little brood. I miss hearing my wife's voice live - the phone just doesn't cut it.
And I miss seeing her. Sure, I bring lots of pictures on my laptop and PDA, and I run the slide show when I'm not working. But I'd rather be looking at the real thing, because even a picture is a mere two-dimensional representation of reality.
This is what I'll see when I get home. I can't wait.
Your turn: Who's watching you? What is it that makes this person matter so much?