A. is in Germany, having boarded a flight there yesterday afternoon, out of JFK. I walked her to the subway station at the corner and stood with her on the platform till the train arrived, then kissed her on the cheek goodbye, and waved at her through the window of the train as it moved again into the tunnel. All either of us do is travel now, it seems like, lately. Though it’s true that A. has had this trip planned for some time. Her dad lives in Germany, and she and her sister are visiting him there for a week.