For the first two years of my college experience, I came home every weekend. I lived an hour away on campus. It was a branch campus to the state school and there just wasn't a lot going on at school. My friends went home often, and I still wanted to be close to my parents. From those weekends, I became so close to my dad, we would have uninterrupted talk every week, and I will always cherish that. I also went home a lot because my grandmother was ill, so we never knew when her time would come so I wanted to see her a lot. That was a tough time on my mother as well, so I really think she needed me there. Eventually I went to school further away and didn't see them as much, but I actually thought those first two years of going home on the weekends were a good middle ground for me, and them. I don't look down at anyone who does that, nor do I see that as concerning. It might take up some time, but if they think it's worth it, then good for them.