Far from my New York friends, who watched the towers fall, and whose memories are seared with images they'd rather not have.
Far from my girls, in new places, having new adventures, and without Google Earth I wouldn't be able to imagine them.
Far from serious culture, after spending the afternoon at Tucson's lovely-not-MOMA Museum of Art.
Far from the green hills of Marin, where September hiking and Fall flowers were one and the same for me.
Far from the Saturdays and Sundays spent driving little girls to soccer games, listening to Car Talk and Gilbert and Sullivan on the radio.
Far from my parents' annual wrangling over whether or not to buy tickets for the High Holy Day services (and some things are fine to be far from, it's true).
Far from studying for my first test of the semester, from completing my first paper, from turning in my first project.
Life has gone on and I am here, with a pack rat nest on one side and a bunny warren on the other side, with memories in picture frames, frozen.
I don't know why. I just am.