My dad just left my house after coming over to fix the vacuum cleaner (which he didn't) and look at a few potential properties together. He compiled a list over the weekend of 20 or so listings and emailed them to me this morning. I spent about two hours viewing most of them, and once done, sent back this terse, f-ed up response: "None of these will work."
As one can imagine, my father, having spent 15 hours researching these properties, wasn't thrilled with that reply, and, being the incredible man he is, called me on it. As we both teared up in the hallway, we realized that out of our whole family, we are the negative, pessimistic ones. We are the ones that automatically rain on every one's parade, even when it's sunny and a balmy 75 degrees out. And what's funny is I have always hated that about him, but never knew that he hates that about me, too. What is bonding if not the moment you and a your dad discover that you share the one thing that you both despise the most in each other? Beautiful.
And as we stood there bonding and taking a serious, not so fun look within, I knew (and hopefully he did, too) that I will not regret making this move with him and my mom. That as long as we have honesty and enough love to speak the truth, we will be OK living on a farm together. That is, as long as our joint pessimism doesn't ruin us in our first year.
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being so similar to our dads we often judge them, blame them, ha, even hate them as a human being. But at least in the end with everything put aside, we can just love them.
I love that - we can just love them. :) thank god they feel the same!
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