Being away from the family sucks especially during festive times like the upcoming Ramadan. All my life except for the year I spent studying abroad I lived near my family and I have a big family from both sides of my parents.
I can say I’m lucky because I’m close with both sides of the family – I’ve seen people who are only close with one side, or even not at all. I know when I decided to move this is one of the things that I’m going to deal with, but still when it’s happening it’s not as easy as it seems.
Technology helps a lot, really. I can’t imagine what it used to be like for the people that moved abroad in the pre-internet days. I call my mum almost every day through whatsapp call and although we don’t talk much, but my cousins and I are connected through social media so I can still see pictures of my nieces and nephew 🙂
I was already away during Christmas Eve and New Years and that’s when my mum’s side of the family gathers a lot, at least I got to have a video call session and greeted everybody a Merry Christmas from afar. Now Ramadan is coming, I’ll miss family iftaar sessions, and also the Ied gathering and the food! OMG.
I know I shouldn’t be complaining because in fact, I am lucky to have a family here too, and who am I kidding, Indonesian food can be easily found here in SoCal. But being away with the family that you spent most of your life with is….. not easy.
I still don’t know when I’ll be able to come home but I am hoping that my mum and brother will come and visit me at the end of this year. Anyway, this post is rather meaningless as I’m rambling… but being away from the family makes me think of the what-ifs. What if I spent more time with them before I left? Will I miss them less?