I've just returned from my two-week trip to Taiwan.
Apologies for not saying anything before I left.

During my trip and upon my return, I feel as though my theory is more correct than ever.
"Everything happens when I'm not present."
And the fact that I'm the sort of person who hates to miss out on anything doesn't help me feel any better.

I'll start with my reason for leaving for Taiwan.
The problem first arose way back in May when we found out my grandpa on my mom's side was diagnosed with lymphoma, the same cancer that took one of my dogs back in 2006. Over summer, he went under chemotherapy and definitely seemed like he was on the path of recovery when we visited him over summer.
In October, we received calls from family that he wasn't doing well, so my mom flew back for a few weeks before coming back. She flew back a few weeks before Winter Break again.
My mom called back morning of the 8th.

I'm never present when anything happens.

And due to this trip, I couldn't do anything with my friends over Break.

This will sound selfish, and I know I'll be reprimanded in some way, but... I still can't help but feel this way...
Was it worth attending one major ceremony across the ocean at the cost of missing the several opportunities to hang out with friends?

Distractions. Momentary happiness. Ignorance. Bliss.
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