On Why My Parents Don't Call

Every summer my parents leave CT and drive for 1,000 miles to our home away from home on Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada.  During this time, I NEVER hear from them. NEVER. I joke about this as if I was an abandoned child, but face it, I am 26 and pretty happy my parents are active, traveling together, and forgetting about their grown children for a few weeks out of the year.  They are fixing up our log cabin, sailing, eating lobster and ice cream, and exploring. That's pretty cool. Way to go Mom & Dad, but can you at least send your long lost daughter a postcard?