Flying has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. According to my mom, we were flying from Tokyo to Osaka to visit relatives before I could walk. Then the back and forth of being an expat kid followed by college in NY/ parents in Japan and my own nomadic life has meant that the way I see family is by first taking a very long plane ride. But all of a sudden, what I took for granted is no longer a sure thing. The volcanic ash didn’t affect me in the first round of chaos except in the happy form of seeing friends I would otherwise not have seen, but now it may keep me from seeing my family this summer. Add to this the fact that hubby is about to start a commuting life involving planes and I am wondering what will happen. I had to break the news to my mom this morning that we may not see them this summer. We’ve been getting together like this for a long time now, it’s the one opportunity my parents have to see all the grand kids together. As both my parents and the kids get older, I cherish every year thinking this may be our last year, as parents become slightly less mobile and kids develop more independent lives. I hope the ash clears soon and then my only worry will be where to stay.