Instead of packing for tomorrow's departure on my three-and-a-half week trip to three corners of the USA (only the Pacific Northwest is omitted from this swing), I am thinking about what and who I'm leaving behind and having a mini-mourning hour. My beloved Tel Aviv Soup Salonistas will be celebrating Seder mostly together and definitely without me. And every Friday in April? No soup?! No hair-raising tales of workplace outrages and social shenanigans. Shuki will be whisked off to the dascha to deal with the Professor, the teenager, the 10-year-old and the three cats, consoled only by continuous indoor-outdoor privileges, air relatively free of carbon-monoxide, and country walks.
And then to cheer myself up, my thoughts turn to what and who I'll be seeing: children, grandchildren, brother, cousins, dear old friends. (Big sigh). And wondering how many more trips there are in my future.
Better start to wrangle with those suitcases now.
*Update Update Update
Liza reminded me in her comment below that I'll be seeing dear new friends and potential family members this coming Shabbat. Now that the bags are packed, I am able to devote myself to being excited about the shiddach between her son and my granddaughter (they are not yet three years old, so there's ample time for wedding plans)!