Everything is remote. Family is remote. Friends are remote. Boys are remote. The UK is remote. Work is remote. At times my feelings are remote too. Remote and discombobulated. Being unable to get home for so long. Having the visa appointment delayed again – it’s now March 2022 and who says that won’t move again. Having to deal with the unexpected and dramatic cancer, the surgery and its side-effects. And the deaths back home that I would normally have got on a plane for, like Molly and Alick. Folks back home have been fantastic. Tiffany and my work colleagues at Revive likewise. And Nashville gets good in the summer – with bikes and courts and pools – once I am allowed to be active again. But it’s not the same as going back to the source: to boys, family, friends and places. To get closer. Because remote isn’t good.