The Paradox of a Long Distance Daughter

Anyone else?!🙋‍♀️ The city was never ever for me tbh. I moved to a coastal town as soon as I could and felt a peace, calm & freedom I’d never felt before. There’s a level of happiness I don’t think I’d ever reach being surrounded by concrete my whole life. I have to say, there’s a lot of romanticizing this but there are so many conflicting feelings of being a long distance daughter. Even though I talk to my parents regularly, i feel sad seeing them at holidays with more grey hair. Part of me fully regrets moving so far away after one of them got sick. Part of me considered moving home to help with end of life and I still feel deep sadness after my stepdad passed away and I realized I missed 10+ years with him. And a part of me knows I can’t go back in time and I wouldn’t change moving if I could. But I would call & go home more often, send hand written cards & tell them thank you for letting me go. Cheers to the paradox of being a long distance daughter 🥂 Let me know if you can relate 💜