If I hadn't spent 3 months living back with my parents at age 38, undergoing a mental health crisis, I'm not sure I'd ever come to terms with regretting not visiting more often. And I loved my parents. But with limited vacation time and funds, I preferred to use those for art camp, not visits home where I entered a time machine back to childhood status as the baby in the family. I did always "go home" for Christmas until Mom passed away.