I think I made enough people bored with my stories (though I have books more to tell in the coming days.)
I rarely visited my parents during the years I lived alone from Feb. 1996 to April 2003. (From time to time, I let my younger brother or my friend SH to live with me because they wanted to save their expense.) It was my intention not to see them again 10 or 15 years ago but I’m human enough to be extremely inconsistent and contradictory.
From mid-April 2003 to this day, I think I spent over 90% of the hours with my wife less than 15 meters away. From late-April 2004 to this day, over 95% at least with my daughter less than 5 meters away. I’m paranoid enough not to stay too much away.