They came all the way from Chicago and stayed in our guest room.The guest room in the house we owned in Nelson, New Zealand.
Now here I sit right in the middle of Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA. In a cute little house we rent. In a different country. On a different continent. In a different hemisphere. …A distance of over 7,000 miles (5,600 miles closer to Chicago).
Another sort of nowhere. Further than I knew the eye could see. Only a handful of people I know have ever been here. Most I know never will. …A handful of people I know have never been anywhere. I would like to go to Costa Rica this June. Over 2,000 miles to see the ocean and Ozlem again. Looking at pictures, it’s easy to think I’d never come back.
Which gets one to thinking about the difference between coming from and going to. And the difference between distance as nothing more than a measurement or distance as that which makes the heart grow fonder.
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