But some days are hard.
And some times being an ocean away from loved ones just hurts.
Today my mom, brother and husband got together to celebrate my father's life.
What did I do?
6,083 miles away.
I didn't get to hug my mother or reflect.
Instead, I cut out game pieces to play vocabulary bingo.
And this is the hard truth: I won't get this day I missed with my family back.
I missed it and I will miss other things too.
And I know I've been at this expat life for almost two years now but this is still something that is hard to accept.