Leaving

I will be so pleased when we can actually do "beam me up Scotty" like on Star Trek. I hate leaving. It doesn't matter whether it is leaving to go on hols or leaving to go home, when it is less than 12 hours before departure time I just want to be gone.

Last week I left my son after visiting for a week. I cried all the way to the bus and for the first five kilometres out of town. It is the crossover between there and gone that gets me. I know that I have to live away from him and most of the time that is fine, it is just the last couple of hours before I see him and the last couple before and after I leave him that are tough.

If I could press a button and be miraculously at my destination or back home in my lounge room I figure life would be much easier. I appreciate this puts the trains and boats and planes out of business but surely they could sell us the tickets on the "magic beam".

I didn't particularly like the whole "fireplace jumping Daigon Alley" thing in Harry Potter so if the inventors could come up with something neater and cleaner I would be grateful