I realized the other day that it had been a while since I had talked to my dad. Mainly because he doesn't get text messages anymore, something about his cell phone being a government phone and they don't want to have to pay to keep the records anymore. (Full disclosure takes on a whole new meaning with these laws.)
I call my mom when I'm driving to or from work and catch up on life. My dad is always already at work or still at work by that time, so I don't want to bother him.
So last Tuesday I called him at night just to say hello.
He answered my phone call in the middle of his leadership meeting for church.
I asked him why he interrupted his meeting to take my call and said, "well, because my daughter is calling from Utah."
That was the only reason. Because I am his daughter.
I love my family and the lessons that they teach me about loving others.
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Monday, April 4, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Gypsy blood
My dad always talks about having gypsy blood. Not that we are actually descended from the Romanian people known for traveling around living off the land ( or the metro/subway, etc). But that he can't stay in one place for long.
I can't either.
Up until I came to Utah I had never lived anywhere longer than 6 years. It was something I'd become proud of, in an odd sort of way. I even wrote a paper about being the new kid for my high school english class. (I wonder if I could find that paper now...)
For the first few years that I lived in Provo, it wasn't like I really lived here. More like I stayed here until the summer came and I got to go home. That all changed in 2009. I graduated and got a great job. (You'll be reading more about my job as it comes, I have all sorts of thoughts about that. Prepare for geekdom!)
Now I've been in Provo for the last three years (I came back in August '08 and haven't really left since). I've changed apartments every year since then.
It's in my blood! How am I supposed to help it?
I need to go home and rearrange my room. Maybe that will help.
I can't either.
Up until I came to Utah I had never lived anywhere longer than 6 years. It was something I'd become proud of, in an odd sort of way. I even wrote a paper about being the new kid for my high school english class. (I wonder if I could find that paper now...)
For the first few years that I lived in Provo, it wasn't like I really lived here. More like I stayed here until the summer came and I got to go home. That all changed in 2009. I graduated and got a great job. (You'll be reading more about my job as it comes, I have all sorts of thoughts about that. Prepare for geekdom!)
Now I've been in Provo for the last three years (I came back in August '08 and haven't really left since). I've changed apartments every year since then.
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| The Submarine House 2008-2009 |
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| The house on the corner. 2009-2010 |
I'm feeling that itch again.
I need to go home and rearrange my room. Maybe that will help.
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