I’m not a fan of the hunger metaphor in this story to explain the sensation of separation. However, I can relate to the fear/loss of your adult child moving a plane ride’s distance from home base. I cherish my friendship with my adult children, love having them within driving range - it’s a gift. Yet if they need to leave to fulfill their own dreams, that is much more important than my own comfort. I trust I would rise to the occasion, accept my fear of flying, and embrace the unknown possible adventures that a new state and city could provide.