Venturing into uncharted emotional territory now that I am a new grandparent of twins. Feeling regretful about moving so far away from family, wondering if we will ever move back and if we don't how we will miss out on all the special moments. Trying not to feel envy that the other set of grandparents are well-to-do and have a second home a few miles away from the babies and are now the official babysitters while parents work. Other grandma always posting their pics on FB doesn't help the matter. So many mixed up feelings about how things have played out after our long-dreamed of retirement move. Yes, we are slowly making a life here but it seems irrelevant when I think of what we left behind