A lack of inspiration isn’t always the only reason that my writing pace slows. Sometimes–like this week–something comes at me from the outside that simply stymies me and brings me almost to a complete stop. When the phone rang a few days ago and I heard my little sister’s voice at the other end, I knew immediately that my life up till that point was about to change. She never calls me during the week, so that was my first red flag. The second was her tone of voice, followed by how cryptic her first few comments were until she finally came out with it: she’s moving away at the end of November.
While she will still be in the state, she will no longer be close enough that I’ll be able to stop by to see her whenever I feel like it. She will be a three-hour drive away, which, considering the comfort of knowing she’s always been just a few minutes away, might as well be on the other side of the earth.
Because that’s exactly what it feels like…
Not only has this brought my creativity to an almost complete halt, it has also cut into the time I usually devote to writing, as I am trying to spend as much time with her as I can during these last few weeks. She will also spend Thanksgiving with me and a few other family members before packing up a U-Haul and heading north.
My sister has often spoken about her plan to move up there to live with her oldest daughter, so some small part of me was not completely unaware of her intentions. I never thought, though, that it would happen this soon, and I am having a much harder time with it than I ever dreamed I would. We’ve gotten really close lately and have been spending almost every Sunday together. It’s hard to accept the fact that, once December rolls around, that will no longer be happening, at least not until spring.
I have resigned myself to the fact that these next few weeks will most likely not be all that productive, but I will continue to try to give it my best shot, all the while keeping a box of tissues handy to dry the many more tears that I know I will be shedding.