Just got back from visiting my parents and sisters for the weekend. Came to realization that what I thought would never change is changing and changing dramatically. I have no control over this and being the control freak that I am, I don’t like it. One sister is moving farther away, although not very far, but farther that I like to travel with four kids. Another is moving very far. Across the country to California with my nephew. My parents are trying to sell their house so they can mover permanently to Arizona. Meanwhile, I just refinanced my house and I am hoping to be here for the next 20 to 30 years or until I am dead. Which at the rate things are a crap shoot as to which will come first. Well back to the destruction of my childhood reality that my family would always be close. To be fair we really have not been that close – I am three hours away from my two sisters and my parents. Meanwhile my brother is sixteen hours away in Michigan and I have not laid eyes on him for about eight years but! But I could still live in the fantasy world that we were as close as when we were when we lived in a townhouse for the first fourteen years of my life. But on the drive home today I see those days are gone. Felt a little bit like I am on an island. I just don’t want to let my family go. So I hug my kids tonight a little harder, I will snuggle with my wife a little longer tonight because I know that when I wake up tomorrow and start my week I now live in a new reality. I just don’t think I am ready for it.