Last summer, I was home from college to spend time with my dad.
He was doing well, but I worried about him being alone at home.
So, as my college friends went off on trips, I flew home to surprise him. He was not expecting me to be home when he came from work. You should have seen the dramatic way he entered the house, thinking it was a burglar who’d found their way in. Armed with something from his car, I saw him open the door and walk around. I did not jump out and yell in surprise lest he hit me. All I did was stand some few feet behind him, wait a bit, then ask what he was doing. Needless to say, he was a mixture of emotions. We embraced then talked for some time while getting dinner ready. Dad told me he was happy I was home, but he would be leaving in a week. He was going on a business trip to Santa Barbara for two weeks. He asked me if I wanted to stay at home or join him. Since the whole aim of coming home was to spend time with him, I opted to join him. Besides, I was elated at the thought of visiting a city I’d never been to. That night was spent researching all the places I could tour while my dad was busy with his numerous meetings. I also put down areas we could go together on the list when he had some time to spare. I knew weed is legal in Santa Barbara and planned to indulge while there. I had such a wonderful time exploring the magnificent city and getting to visit the marijuana dispensaries.