When I was growing up I was footloose and fancy free. My best friend and I would throw some clothes in the pickup Friday night and take off for a rodeo 150 miles away.
Even when my wife and I got married I was used to traveling for work and I would be gone for a week at a time. It was just something we were accustomed to.
Now I have 2 little heartbreakers that mean the absolute world to me and I can't stand to be gone at all. I think it actually makes me physically ill when I am away...