When I was in middle school I went away to camp with my classmates for a few days. I loved it! I was with all of my classmates, teachers, and my sister was one of the counselors. I enjoyed it so much I wanted to go for a longer period of time that summer.
Well I did. I was the only one from my hometown and I thought this would be a great way to meet new people. Instead everyone else came in twos, no one knew where "New Wilmington" even was, they were not interested in making new friends, and I couldn't call my parents for a week. I made it through this and was stronger for it but I'll never forget when I got an "I miss you card" with Pluto on the front from my parents.
My parents and I were talking about this the other day- the day they came to pick me up from camp. They were late. I was so upset and ready to go home I burst into tears.
I have since traveled to other states and countries without my parents and I don't feel like I need to be in close proximity to my parents in order to have a close relationship with them.
However as I've grown older and lived on my own longer I still feel my heart drop into my stomach when I drive away from my old home. It's when I see them drive away from the Mid-Ohio Valley. This feeling has never gone way but then when I talk to them on the phone later it starts to fade until the next time we part.
So talking to my parents everyday helps but something that helped me even more tonight was looking at the moon. It may sound cheesy but it is something that connected my parents and I tonight when we were miles apart. It's knowing that we are both looking at the same moon at the same time :)
It is moments like this that I'll always remember.