#sol19- November 12, 2019
When my older son moved to S. Korea just over three years ago we both envisioned we’d see lots more of each other now that we were on the same continent, but it turns out life is busy, 6+ hours of flight time makes it less likely, our holidays infrequently aligned, etc. He last visited me a year ago August (my first weekend in my first apartment in Phnom Penh, so not ideal timing, but we made it work). So, now it was my turn. We thought about the summer, but his free time was not going to work for me.
So here it is Water Festival in Cambodia and a 5 day weekend so I ventured off for a visit, careful to keep my expectations low, because I knew things are never straightforward when visiting with Jason as our body clocks could not be more different.
Traveling solo continues to stress me, but I knew all would be well.
“I’m going to pick apples with friends on Saturday, so maybe we can meet up for dinner,” he said.
So I found the “airport limousine” (aka bus) that would take me to my hotel, managed to buy my ticket, find the bus, ride, and find my hotel with relative ease.
Via text he assured me he would let me know when they were leaving the orchard. Time passed and since I had missed lunch I was hungry, so I took the easy way out and ordered room service.
Sure enough a bit later he wondered if I wanted to get dinner “soon”- it was 8:20 and I was tired, so no. Originally he was going to share my hotel room Saturday and Sunday night, but he said he’d be over for breakfast Sunday (which meant about noon).
We had a good afternoon and evening- chatting, playing Phase 10, sightseeing, and eating. He’s applying for a new job, still teaching English, but more like real teaching and less like getting kids to fill in workbook pages so we also talked about teaching:)
Monday was back to work for him, so just a quick lunch and a belt purchase (yes, mom could not have him go to the job interview coming soon with the best up beat up belt being the only one he owned). Happily he took me to the bus ticket booth so I could sort out my ride back to the airport and know exactly where to pick it up across the way.
After a little late afternoon shopping for an upcoming baby shower I made the easy choice to buy kim bap to take back to the hotel for an early night (my son does not finish work until 10PM, so we said our goodbye after lunch).
So now I am on my way back home- Seoul- Hong Kong (where I currently wait)- Phnom Penh. Two flights, two time zones, and a who knows when we will next see each other. This parenting adults is a series of heartbreaks- I miss my sons more when I have just seen them, is that weird? Son #2 comes to see me in just over a month…