Tomorrow will be a revolutionary day in the life of Sophie Fitzgerald. For the first time, my father will visit a residence of mine. I am beyond excited to show him my new apartment and the neighborhood. There was a quick debate about whether or not he should book a hotel room for the weekend. I immediately shut that idea down. Granted, I don't have a pull out couch yet and it may not be the finest home visit he'll ever had, but I really want to host him. "Dad," I said, "you put me up for 25 years. The least I can do is give up my bedroom for two nights." He laughed and accepted my offer. I am going to sleep on an aerobed for the first night. My roommate has graciously allowed me to sleep in her bed on Saturday while she is home for Easter.
Sure, our living room is as sparse as a doctor's office waiting room. Yes, I need to hang up curtains. But it's my home and I'm confident that my dad will be happy with my new little nook in life. I keep wondering if I'll feel like an adult when I realize that he's staying over at my place. Probably not.
I'll have the full report in a few days.
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