My neighbor Elaine looked tired today, and it had been forever since we talked, so I invited her over for a drink. We sat on my deck and drank spiked icy lemonade for an hour. She told me her daughter might never move closer to home. I know it hit her hard when Tess moved away, but there had been talk of moving closer—within an hour or two—after her husband finished law school. Elaine herself had never moved more than 30 minutes from any of her family. She had thought it would be the same with her daughter.