She left today, for the mysterious Orient.
I’d miss her, to be sure, but I didn’t begrudge. It’ll be a magnificent adventure.
She’s always wanted to see the world.
I bade her goodbye, and waited. She wouldn’t be gone as long as all that, and when she returned, she’d have tales of adventure, as well as exotic silks and spices procured upon her travels.
Was I jealous? Yes, but it wasn’t my time. This trip was something she had to do on her own. Her own private learning experience.
It’d broaden her horizons.
Alternately, I’d fundamentally misunderstood what “Orientation” meant.