We are in that part of our relationship where he is still my dad, but we are more like friends. I love that, and I miss it every, single, day.
I love our conversations...they always start out like this: Dad: Hello? Me: Hey Dad, it's the 3rd Daughter... Dad: Hello Loretta!
My family, I miss all of them so very much. And it's tough.
If you have never lived in a place where you feel you don't "belong" or it is just a stop onto something else...you won't get this. But that is how I feel living here. Nothing against Minnesota...but it isn't ME.
I have found some amazing and lifelong friends here for sure...but I miss so much about home.
There is a peace at home I haven't found up here...the only other place I found this kind of peace was in Arizona...Sedona to be exact...not sure why. But I felt very at peace there.
Home is what you make it, I totally agree with that...but home is also a feeling, a peace, a something that probably none of us will ever understand. But I know Minnesota isn't it for me. It's a stop...I hope to something bigger, better and more home to me. I wish for it to happen sooner than later, but I am sure it will happen, patience right?
I am grateful I still have my dad, to talk on the phone to, to hug when I see him, to tear up when I see him laughing so hard he makes no noise :) His smile, everything about him...I just wish I got to experience it more.
Love you Dad, the 3rd daughter :)