Yesterday was Mother’s Day, and I missed mine more than usual.
Right now, my mother and I are literally on opposite sides of the world, with an 11-hour timezone difference…
And it has been 7 months since we last saw each other.
I left home when I was 17, so I’m kind of used to being far from her.
But this feeling never goes away, the sensation of something missing in your life.
The Portuguese language has a word that describes it best:
Saudade
A state of missing someone or something.
It’s hard to explain the real meaning of it.
Because it’s not necessarily sadness.
It’s something that is always with you.
Some days more, some days less.
But this pain of absence really appears on some occasions.
This is another reason for my wish to be financially independent, to have the freedom to see my mother whenever I want.
It doesn’t matter where in the world I will be at the moment, I’m not gonna skip an important date!
This is a promise to myself.
See you tomorrow, my friend!