Floating above myself. Not really real. In that inbetween place. Between one place and the next.
The last few weeks have been about reconnecting with family, our physical separation over the past year has had the curious effect of “out of sight, out of mind” although not quite as drastic as that sounds. Geographically we have always been close, so it's been a bit different over the last couple of years not to see them regularly. As our children have grown and dispersed the problem has multiplied.
I spent some time talking with my father about his father at the request of my daughter who is now exploring her roots to find her own sense of place. As she settles, we find ourselves unsettling, wanting to live in the inbetween. Nowhere and everywhere.