And by disquieted I mean so fucking isolated.
Earlier I wrote a group text to family, "here safe love you" kind of stuff. Had to send it hours after I arrived given the time difference, didn't want to wake anyone. Also didn't matter because my new plan apparently doesn't allow texting back to the U.S.
Fortunately my family is no doubt refreshing this blog hourly, so y'all know I'm safe. Maybe not so sound though.
We scattered across a few hundred mile diameter: I, of course, was usually farthest tangent, and the distance justified (in my mind) limiting my physical contact to roughly annual trips. But I always had a lifeline through phone and used it. We'd have group text flurries a couple times a week. Sometimes interesting, sometimes silly. And if I needed more I could always pick up the phone to hear a loving and supportive voice--father, mother, brothers or sister-in-law.
And now, as the sun rises here in the east...