Far But So Close

My family used to live so close I could throw a pinecone and almost hit their house. I would wake up in the morning to find them in my front yard, with my mom planting flowers and my dad mowing the grass. Because that is what they do. Their love language is acts of service all the way, and they would literally give you the shirts of their backs if you were in a bind.

My definition of family changed over the last eight years. I got married. I had two beautiful boys. And we moved over two thousand miles away. Then we moved again, closer but still far from the place I was rooted.

And lately I’ve been feeling a little homesick for my South Carolina abode. But I realized something.

Yesterday, when I was talking to my Dad on the phone and listening to him laugh, I knew we are closer now than we’ve ever been.

We share stories. We listen. We digest each word spoken over the miles that divide us. We talk about faith and hope and those sweet boys that have stolen our hearts.

When the miles between us evaporate into the sultry hot summer sky, we savor each moment spent together. I put away my phone, my schedule, and my consciousness of time and just sit. I soak it all in. The smell of the home where I grew up, azalea bushes and fried okra.



I understand now that though we are far apart geographically, we are close. Closer than we’ve ever been.


*This post was written for Five Minute Friday. Where hundreds of writers gather each week to write about one word. No hyper-editting. No backtracking. Real. Raw. Words. Today’s word was “close.” Click the button below to find out more.

*Azalea photo courtesy of gardening.wikia.com


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8 thoughts on “Far But So Close

  1. I love the image of the pine cone being tossed! Pine trees are special — we had a huge one behind our house when I was growing up. It must have been hundreds of years old.


  2. Oh, these are great thoughts, Abby! Yes, we can be so close even when we are so far away. I have an aunt in Florida and we are very close even though we are 9 hours away. Sometimes the distance makes it easier to connect in other ways…And I also grew up on fried okra and always spring blooming azaleas. We are Carolina sisters! 🙂 Have a blessed weekend…Your friend, Meredith


  3. I struggle with homesickness on a daily basis and I’ve been away from home for almost 20 years. I ache to move back to North Carolina. Even though talking on the phone is nice, nothing can ever replace hugs in the flesh.


  4. I feel this way about several of my friends. While we may be separated by distance, we’ve managed to grow closer as we’ve continued to support one another through some tough challenges.


    • Those are some of the best friendships, aren’t they? The ones that continue despite the distance between you. I have a few of those, too.


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