Today wasn't a bad day or anything, but at one point I almost burst into tears.
I'm not usually a random crier, in fact, I almost never cry.
But I called my dad to ask about a money situation and I realized mid-conversation that I wouldn't have called otherwise.
I haven't even bothered to call my own dad these days, and I wouldn't have cared to had it not been for the fact that I was keeping up with him paying off my student loans.
It made me so sad to realize that I think more about my credit score than my own dad.
What. the. hell.
I think that's a part of living on your own...you take for granted all the conversations you had just because you were always there with your family all the time before. It takes a little more effort to keep up with people when they're not right there anymore, and I'm not the best at it either. No need to feel guilty, though. Dad can tell you I used to be terrible about calling him, and now I'm getting better, and (who knew?) it's really fun to keep in touch better!
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