Irony a Result of My Luxury?

I find it utterly ironic, that me, the one person in America who does NOT like traveling, has to travel.  First it was my job and now it is my children.  Today, I get on a plane and travel to Norfolk.  I spent 7 months in Norfolk and when I returned here to home, my daughters stayed there.  My daughters are women who make their own choices about what kind of life to have and who to live it with.  There is this great anxiety within me that they will wander off freely and that I will miss their lives.  And of course, if they do wander off, then I will have to travel some more…

Most of all, I want great happiness for them.  Now that they are adults, I dare to be selfish and I also want great happiness for myself – which means that I would like for both of them to live right next door with their husbands and my grandchildren.  So sometimes the great anxiety actually becomes fear and I think that I will not have them close and I will feel very sad.

I could move back to Norfolk – yes – but then I will miss my sons and my granddaughters.  So I cannot find any way to NOT travel.

I wonder if we speak from the luxury of who we are.  What I mean by that is that if I could not travel, would I yearn for traveling?

So, is irony just a means for us to express what is present within us?  Ostensibly we are opposed to something which is exactly what we wish for?  Or is it an indicator of how life sometimes pushes us around, making us think, making us look at the possibilities that are beyond our present thinking?  Like, here is the way the universe is supposed to operate, but guess what, you’ve just been quarked on!  You want X, but now you get Y!  HAHA.