Sharing is a great thing. We are usually taught at very young age how to share.

• Learn to share your toys if you want to make friends on the playground…

My mother would say…

Then I learned to share meals with loved ones, to share gifts on special occasions like birthdays or holidays…

I even learned to share untangible things with age. Share good times with my pals, share a heartfelt laugh or share a special experience that would then be on the mind of all the “sharers” for as long as memory could hold on…

But mom never taught me to share time zones. Her and dad showed me how to jump from one to another, sometimes jumping far ahead, or far behind, and always landing on my feet to keep going in life. But sharing time zones was an unknown experience to me.

I had to learn that one the hard way, on my own. To say the truth, unlike a lot of sharing stories, it wasn’t the “sharing” part of the deal that proved to be the hardest to go through.

I left home three weeks ago still enjoying this time zone of my own. It had been my home time zone for some years, and it felt as comfortable as good old slippers. But for some reasons, I had started to dream about another one, far away, one that had my mind be on the time +6 mode almost uncounsciously for months…

I embarqued a purple plane that flew me almost straight to my dream time zone, which I was advised I’d have to share with very special people.

• My time zone shall be yours…

I left my chéri, my baby cat, my apartment, and claimed my share of that time zone as soon as I set foot at the airport.

Suprisingly, time zone sharing implied living longer days… And I got used to waking up early and living days to the fullest to honor the place that was granted to me on this foreign ground. I moved every other day, enjoying all the beauties there were on my way, and at all times, I could report to my friends, being in the same time frame.

But too early, it was time to pack again and go back to New Time Zone -6, and after two plane rides not quite as enjoyable as I usually find them, I was back on sync with Freja time, leaving my dear friends in their foreign endless days time.

This morning I am back to calculating what they are doing in Time +6 Land. Time +6 seems farther away than it seemed before I was there. And unsharing our time zone makes me a little sad…

Not having learned to unshare time zones in my younger years… You know?