I didn’t comprehend what it meant to be an only child living so far away from my parents. New York is already a seven-hour flight from Tucson, where my parents live, I rationalized. What’s eight hours more in the grand scheme of things? It helped when my parents floated the idea of buying a small vacation home in southern France.
Now that I have two small children and aging parents, the consequences have crystallized. It’s too late to turn back now. I wonder what that means for our future.
