SCATTERED STARS
There's a different particular and bittersweet ache to loving people across multiple time zones.
My oldest granddaughter is leaving New York the city that gave her ambition a place to run, for California, the state that gave her breath. He employer is sending her home, in a way, though home for her was never really one fixed point on a map. She was born under those western skies, and now she returns to them, not as the infant she was, but as a woman with a career and a future the state seems eager to claim back.