My Dad Moved Across The Country For Work, But We Still Make Time For Family Adventures

My Dad Moved Across The Country For Work, But We Still Make Time For Family Adventures

When life throws obstacles your way, you have to find a way to work around them. Change is good, it makes you acknowledge all that you should be grateful for!


Last summer my dad moved to California for job purposes. This was a deeply discussed topic of conversation in our household for a while, so we knew it was coming, but when the day actually came for him to leave, we were all of course in tears.

Why California? Well, because it's our second home. We've vacationed there every summer since I was born. We've driven up and down the west coast and I even took my first steps there at my aunt's house. Oh, and visited Disneyland about fifteen times! The sun is always shining and the people are chill and extremely friendly. Not gonna lie, I'm kind of jealous of him. I wish I hopped on the airplane when I had the chance!

It's been a year since he moved and there have been some good and bad days, but we take them as they come! Positive attitudes, many Facetime calls, family group chats, and monthly visits are what have kept my family strong throughout this adjustment in our lives.

Facetiming Wayne at my college desk.

This past weekend my dad came home to Long Island and we all drove to the Hamptons and Montauk to get some yummy food and shop around. It was such an amazing time spent together. The weather was beautiful and he had a great time seeing everyone. One of our favorite places to eat in Montauk is Harvest On Fort Pond, so we went there for dinner after getting drinks at this cute bar in East Hampton. I highly recommend if you're in the area! There's nothing my dad loves more than walking around cute little towns with his family, window shopping, getting some yummy baked goods, and eating a well-cooked meal to top it all off!

My mom and dad at Round Swamp Farm getting baked goods.

We also drove to Fire Island and spent some time at Robert Moses beach. My mother, the fitness fanatic of our family, suggested we go on a walk down the beach to where the local restaurant and bars are located. It was a 3-mile the sand. We were exhausted by the time we got there... and by we, I mean ME! We enjoyed margaritas and beers at this place called SURF'S OUT and took some pictures, of course!

This past weekend was definitely one for the books and I can't wait for many more adventures in the future! Wayne is off to California and back to grinding at work, but he'll be back at the end of August to drive me back to Rhody for school.

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Dear Mom, Now That I'm Older

A letter to the woman who made me the woman I am today.

Dear Mom,

Now that I'm older, I definitely appreciate you a lot more than I did as a kid. I appreciate the little things, from the random text messages to constantly tagging me on Facebook in your "funny" photos and sending me pins of stuff I like on Pinterest. Now that I'm older, I can look back and realize that everything I am is all because of you. You've made me strong but realize it's okay to cry. You've shown me how a mother gives everything to her children to give them a better life than she had, even when she's left with nothing. And, most importantly you've taught me to never give up and without this, I would not be where I am today.

Mom, now that I'm older, I realize that you're the best friend I'm ever going to have. You cheer me on when I try new things and support me in deciding to be whatever person I want to be. Thank you for never telling me I can't do something and helping me figure out ways to be the best woman I can be. Your love for me is unconditional. They say true, unconditional love can only come from God, but mom, I think you're a pretty close second.

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Now that I'm older, I don't get to see you as much. But not seeing you as much just makes the times I do get to see you the absolute best, and I look forward to it every time. Now that I'm older, I'm not going to live at home. But, I promise to always come back because I know the door is always open. Your house is always going to be my home, and no other place is going to be the same.

Now that I'm older, I realize how much I miss you taking care of me. I miss you making me dinner, making sure I was doing well in school, and taking me to endless appointments. I miss you waking me up for school and then waking me up again because I didn't listen the first time.

But, Mom, now that I'm older, I can see all that you've done for me. I can look back and see how big of a brat I was but you still loved me (and let me live) anyways. I can understand why you did certain things and frankly, you're one bada** of a woman.

To have you as my mom and my best friend has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. So, Mom, now that I'm older, thank you, for everything.


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A Deeper Meaning To The So Called 'Useless Information' My Father Reiterated So Many Times

Turns out, there is so much to learn from these "basic facts" he claimed to be common sense.


To my dad, yes I paid attention to you (sometimes).

My dad knows information on a variety of subjects that I will even admit are kind of boring to the rest of the world's population. However, even though I found this a little bit annoying while I was growing up, many of these bits and pieces of information have stuck with me even today.

On road trips, when we just wanted to sleep or watch movies, he would point out and draw our attention to the historical aspects of the landmarks we would drive past. All of us would (of course) roll our eyes and even question "how" or more like "WHY do you know that?" ... or more importantly "are we there yet?"

The longer I spend away from home, the more I think about everything that I learned in my eighteen years spent under the same roof as my parents. Something in particular that stuck with me that was really important to my dad was quoting poetry. You would say one word and he could quote this several stanza poem. Can you say insanity?

My dad said on multiple occasions that a true proof of intelligence is the ability to quote poetry. Whether it was something simple, like driving to school on a foggy morning, he would quote Carl Sandburg's "Fog."

The fog comes on little cat feet...
- Cal Sandburg

This one was easy to catch on, but my dad once bribed me, my brother, and even my childhood best friend to memorize Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's "Paul Revere's Ride," which by the way, is MUCH longer than the poem I previously just mentioned. This was a historical concept that my dad wanted us to learn about that was offered in this poem.

On the flip side, the poems he quoted also could have been a deeper meaning like when my dad would (of course on a snowy evening) mention Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." Now, THIS one was always one of my favorites because of the rhythm and imagery embedded within it.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- Robert Frost

Of course, the whole idea of poetry is that each person who reads it takes it in from a different perspective. If you try to discover what the author was truly trying to say, you ruin the art, curiosity, and imagination that it exhibits.

Now that I am older, I regret shutting out the information that my dad would effortlessly reveal to us, but I am grateful for paying attention when I did. I know that this poem by Robert Frost, in particular, will stick with me for a while and will remain one of my favorites not only because my father repeated it so many times, but also there are so many lessons to be learned from it. After all, I really do not think this poem is only talking about the weather.

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