I love my parents, but…
This trip was different. As our parents get older, it seems they are more “self sufficient.” For the first time, I felt as if they recognized me as a grown adult. They sought my opinion. As I also sought their approval. Each evening, we would take an afternoon stroll along the river or down central. It was something very interesting my father noticed.
When my parents moved from Florida , They moved back up north to a newer suburb. Typical frame and brick house that looks identical to the house every two doors. While the house is nice and new, it is nothing to get excited about. While we were walking our neighborhood. My father said “When did America and our communities stop building houses and neighborhoods that we will want to preserve for years to come?”
To me this was the best complement he could give me. To me, this was my fathers way of saying “I approve and applaud you and your neighbors efforts to restore and preserve some of America ’s rich and beautiful history.”
Maybe I read much more into his comments, maybe the stress of a 4 week house guest clouded my reasoning. With this being my first weekend without parents, I am staying home and relishing my beautiful bungalow and awesome neighbors.
This was an enjoyable post. I too have often wondered what will happen to the New Tampa’s of the world. Architecturally bland and boring. Will they be worth preserving in 75 years?
i think it is better if you can write more.