I am joining with Gypsymama for a five minute un-edited free-write.
As Americans, distance does not phase us. Traveling to Spain years ago I realized that it was not unusual for a Spaniard, who lives in a country roughly the size of Texas, never to have traveled even to the coast of their own gorgeous land.
For me, a wide-open-plains kind of Mid-westerner, driving three hours to play a basketball game and home again the same day was normal. Even driving cross country in two-or-three days is not a huge deal for most of us.
Distance is part of the fiber of my adult life. Since I left home for college, three hours away, I have progressively moved farther and farther from where I grew up. My husband and I had to learn to be one another's entire family. Friendships became essential parts of each new city we inhabited because without them, we were utterly alone.
Still there is a beauty to living so far away from those you love the most. Each visit in person is distilled into the most important details of life - skip the small talk, let's get to the soul talk, my favorite kind.