Today my father told me that in my spare time, I should do some creative writing.
I have absolutely no clue what goes through parents’ minds after their kids go off into the real world, because for 22 years he’s telling me to be computer programmer or scientist or mathematician, and once I’m done with an economics degree, he tells me to generate some poetry.
I don’t know if this is a sign of the end of the world (maybe it is?) or if he is getting old (well, we are all getting older) or if I finally got to him.
I’m willing to take bets that it isn’t the latter. But still, I am very grateful. Some things do improve with time (even if age isn’t one of them).
I’m back because it’s pretty lonely living alone, okay, okay? Okay.