You’d think I’d write a blog post about what’s going on, me leaving the place I worked for for 9 years, where I am headed, what I am doing, what the further plans are. You’d think. Also, as I tweeted a week ago, it’s time for another meta-post, reflecting on my path, evolution, how ever you’d want to coin it.
But it’s been a wild week, so wild that I have to think really hard to find a comparison. And it’s not because I am working a lot of hours now on an exciting project – it sure plays into it, but is not the root. And it’s not really the fact that Jr. is sick for the first time in a long time and back-up plans are showing their limits, as is naturally the case when you really, really depend on it.
Rather, it’s the fact that there is worry about the son of a good friend who was in a medically induced coma after a heart defect was noticed just now in his teens. He is better now, but of course you start thinking. Then there are the reports from Japan where a dear friend has been living in Tokyo (though he has today thankfully travelled to Osaka) for a long time. You go to bed hearing one thing, and when Jr. crawls into our bed at night, feverishly, there’s a new push notification on my phone with just another catastrophic news item from Fukushima. And it’s not just once. Three nights in a row I wake up to read “explosion in reactor x” or tonight “last workers evacuated” (although that turned out to be only temporary) and it really feels like doomsday. I can’t imagine if the north of Japan and Tokyo would be contaminated.
I keep coming back to ‘family’, my own, the ones I was lucky to be invited into, the bigger one we are forming in our new house. It’s about the people you love and how – not surprisingly – you gather in times of need and join together.