There's a lot to consider when moving into the big city.. I'll admit that my desire to move was fueled by my desire for independence, to be off on my own, and to take some load off my parents back. But ultimately, it was fueled by my desire to be independent, self-sufficient, and self-reliant.
This whole apartment fiasco has been somewhat of a reminder of how much I still need my parents. I've always been one to look to my own devices, never really seeking or even wanting their assistance. And yet, the revealing of our still prevailing naivety in the entire process.. how much had we really messed up or misunderstood? And yet, there my father was.. not stationed to reprimand, but to encourage and correct. Not ready to coddle, but to support. He let us handle the situation on our own, he let us make the calls, the decisions, the negotiations. He let us learn... on our own, but he was there watching over us.
I don't know. Today was a strange day. I felt.. grown up, dealing with the broker, the owner, the manager. I felt grown up having gone through the process of finding and renting my first apartment, signing my first lease, learning the intricacies of the real estate sector. I felt grown up, being able to express all of my concerns/complaints, being able to stand firm, being able to negotiate and reason in the "real world".. and it was really surprising to me, because while my father was there, he didn't try to take over and do business for me. He coached, he assisted, but ultimately, he watched from the sidelines. And yet, it was then that I realized how much I still need and value his support.
He's probably still driving on his way home right now, after having dropped Amy all the in Towaco. After having given us a ride all the way back to Flushing. After having taken us out to dinner to celebrate the lease. And after having driven all the way out to Brooklyn at 4PM to ensure all would go well. And throughout all of this, there was no complaint from his mouth, no frowns or expressions of annoyance or disapproval.
I'm getting ready to leave home, but it's only now that I'm beginning to value all that parents have ever provided for me.
This whole apartment fiasco has been somewhat of a reminder of how much I still need my parents. I've always been one to look to my own devices, never really seeking or even wanting their assistance. And yet, the revealing of our still prevailing naivety in the entire process.. how much had we really messed up or misunderstood? And yet, there my father was.. not stationed to reprimand, but to encourage and correct. Not ready to coddle, but to support. He let us handle the situation on our own, he let us make the calls, the decisions, the negotiations. He let us learn... on our own, but he was there watching over us.
I don't know. Today was a strange day. I felt.. grown up, dealing with the broker, the owner, the manager. I felt grown up having gone through the process of finding and renting my first apartment, signing my first lease, learning the intricacies of the real estate sector. I felt grown up, being able to express all of my concerns/complaints, being able to stand firm, being able to negotiate and reason in the "real world".. and it was really surprising to me, because while my father was there, he didn't try to take over and do business for me. He coached, he assisted, but ultimately, he watched from the sidelines. And yet, it was then that I realized how much I still need and value his support.
He's probably still driving on his way home right now, after having dropped Amy all the in Towaco. After having given us a ride all the way back to Flushing. After having taken us out to dinner to celebrate the lease. And after having driven all the way out to Brooklyn at 4PM to ensure all would go well. And throughout all of this, there was no complaint from his mouth, no frowns or expressions of annoyance or disapproval.
I'm getting ready to leave home, but it's only now that I'm beginning to value all that parents have ever provided for me.
2 comments:
i suppose... we value things more after we realize that we won't always have them.
hmm maybe that's why it's so easy for me to take God's grace for granted.
:) these realizations are always good. hope things turn out well ^^
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