my brother moved away to uni and things got slightly strained between us, then i moved to uni and things got a lot better, we were in neighboring towns and visited each other a couple of times,
i'm still at uni (have been for 7 years)
and its only since meeting my girlfriend that i've realised how little I visited my parents in the first couple of years, i think a fair amount of it is that its a pain in the butt to use public transport to get to or from home to my parents.
i've visited my brother and his wife a couple of times and they / he's visited me and we get on well, but none of us can cope with my mother for too long, each year we all go on holiday together, me, brother, his wife, mum and dad, mum tells us what she told us on the phone days before, tells us again and then comments on it, dad's quite quiet, kind of feel like i don't know him that well tbh - something i regret now i've moved away.
love them all to bits tho, wish i saw my brother a little more often.
i guess my not feeling the need to go home is just me growing up and being my own person, kind of readying myself for setting up home on my own.
don't think mum ever got over my brother getting a job interview down south near his girlfriend, getting the job, arriving home in a big van and emptying his room.