I lived with them until I finished college. It was nice to be able to do the whole - stay at home, study, not worry about rent or working or the like. (I had a job, but it was for spending money / book money / lunch money for myself)
I moved away to Toronto, and I was 3 hours drive away. I'd still see them every 3 weeks or so, so things were good.
I moved a good deal further away in 2005. Got married. I haven't been home in 2 and a half years. I talk to my parents on the phone every weekend though. Last time I saw them was last summer. It hasn't always been easy, but I never really spent a lot of time thinking about it.
For some reason, this penny-arcade comic got me thinking about this...
If my parents ever got really sick, I'd be able to go home and see them, but for the most part I haven't been home in a long time.
I miss my parents.
I think I need a blog so I can be emo.