This morning I said goodbye to my wife and son. As usual I was leaving for work. Not as usual I would not be coming home that night. Nor the next or the one after that.
I have been away from the mountains since the beginning of May. Four and a half months! Last weekend I made a day trip to a volcano and did a bit of hiking around the local nature. But from tonight I am leaving for a four-day trek. I am excited. At last I'll be out there in the high country, walking, climbing and sweating, photographing. The weather looks pretty good too - sunny and cloudy but no rain forecast. All summer I endured and almost went crazy at times thinking about the places I wanted to visit but couldn't due to lack of funds. I was saving the little I had for this four-day holiday.
But being away means that's four days I could have spent with my family. We could have gone to the park or gone out a little farther even. Four days with my wife and son are precious and I really feel the sacrifice I am making by choosing not to be with them. The last few weekends have been busy too with school trips, kindergarten festivals I have to attend as a foreign teacher, photo exhibitions, etc. I haven't had a real weekend with my family since the week-long summer holiday. But where I want to go requires a minimum of four days, five would be better. If I don't go now it won't be until next summer. I should go. I am going. I am packed and since it seems my last student is not showing up I am going to head out now.
I will miss my wife and son though.



