There's a lot of truth to the idea that relationships formed over long periods of time are like battleships. It's awfully hard to turn them around on a dime.
Part of my angst with this trip is that I can't shake the idea that it's a chore. It's not joyless, exactly, but it's a long way from joyful. This isn't unusual for a trip like this and it doesn't make me a bad guy but it causes guilt to seep to the surface like some poisonous fracking byproduct.
As a general rule I don't miss my folks all that much and I sure don't enjoy having the short time I spend with them be of an onerous nature. Almost everything we do is like slogging through thick mud. There is a lack of speed and ease.
I'm not very patient. I don't like doing things I don't like doing.
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