We make the long, tiring and costly journey twice a year because we love family and they are important to us. And like anything you place importance upon, you make time for it. Or at least, do your best to find some time to invest. You are willing to brave the journey of sitting in a flying metal tube with a toddler for hours on end.
We have boarded the flight to Geneva, for the past two hours we sat silently next to each other in departures completely ignoring each other's presence, fixated on our electronic devices. To the outside world we must look like a same sex couple who have had a major disagreement on holiday and are enduring the journey home in an amicable silence with underlying rancour.