I’m closer to my family members. And I mean all of them; if not, most. My cousins and I are among the closest. We grew up together, not with friends or the kids in my neighborhood. Now I live 400 miles away from them, and it’s painful sometimes. But it only makes me appreciate the time we have together when I come back for a week. And I think they do the same too. I can say with almost certainty that we’re closer now that we live 6 hours apart than when we lived 10 within minutes of each other. I’m not thankful when I spend only 7 days a year with them; I’m thankful for the other 358 days that I get to think about them and the memories we’ve made.