When I was 16 years old, almost exactly 18 years ago, I was in the living room of our small farm house in Northern California decorating for Christmas with my dad. I grew up in that house. I will never forget that day because I was telling him of my dreams to just live in that house for the rest of my life. I was planning to live at home while I went to college and teach in the Morgan Hill School District after I got my teaching degree. I told my dad, "I don't need a lot of adventure. I'm a very homely person." My dad laughed really hard and said "Well, that means your ugly, but I do know what you mean."
I didn't ever plan to leave that house, but luckily there were bigger plans for me. It was just a short year later that my dad's work moved him to North Carolina, I had to move out of that house I loved and into a house about 45 minutes away in the city.
My world changed that year, totally against my will. And what a joy it is that my life did not end up the way I planned, because I couldn't imagine a better life for myself if I tried.
Me and my dad on the farm. |
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