Life has a way of keeping you anchored to the ground. By nature, humans are dreamers. We may dream big or we may dream small but we dream all the same. Some of us dream of things, some of us dream of ideas, and so on and so forth. Whenever we get too enamored with our dreams, reality strikes hard and fast to keep us from soaring too close to the sun. Some dreams are able to survive and flourish while others are left to burn.
When I was young, I had this silly dream that my family would grow up and live side by side in California. We’d all get separate houses in the same street in Los Angeles and we’d see each other everyday. It was a very unrealistic dream and I grew out of it relatively quick. Though, as the years have gone by and my family has shrunk in size, the losses haven’t hurt any less.
My immediate family is my mom and dad, my sister, and my two brothers. Initially, we gained a new member when my sister was wed and then another new member when my eldest brother married. It proved to be short lived. My sister moved to Edmonton a mere week after her wedding. And my eldest brother and his wife lived with us in Toronto for 4 years before moving to New York City just a few days ago. If I’m lucky, I get to see my sister and her husband once a year. I’m expecting my brother and his wife to visit around the same amount.
It was just a dream and I don’t fault them for leaving. There were better opportunities available to them in Edmonton and NYC. So why would they stay? And they seem happier there. At the end of the day, that’s what’s most important.
It still hurts. Losing your family to distance hurts. You start off calling and texting them everyday but that doesn’t last too long. Eventually, both sides get busy. Daily calls turn to monthly calls before stopping altogether. It is what it is. Maybe one day we’ll all meet up in Los Angeles and discuss how silly dreams can be.