It's terribly interesting what one finds they truly desire to do should they have the opportunity to do anything in the world. OK, not in the world, but on a nice LA day. Specifically on a Saturday morning. Since both my run and my hike were canceled this weekend, I asked Gina to go with me to a farmers market. Yesterday morning I woke up fairly early, got dressed in my finest weekend uniform (running shorts, t-shirt, running shoes), and picked up an iced coffee before we took a 30 minute drive down to a farmers market that I'm absolutely shocked nobody talks about. It was fabulous!
We ate papusas, homemade lemonade, fresh donuts and sausages. I bought some amazingly tasty pluots, some basil (fresh pesto anyone?!), a baguette, peppers and tomatoes. And I even picked up a nice little mint plant to go with the two pots of basil Gina gave me a few weeks ago.
After we watched some Big Ten football and napped briefly, I stopped at Home Depot for some potting soil. Now you're probably wondering why exactly I'm giving you a complete run-down of my day. It's because it has finally hit me; I've become my mother.
Early mornings, farmers markets, Home Depot, potting plants... these are Klodd's favorite things. (Klodd is my amazing, supportive, hilarious, perky and blond mother - short for Claudia.) And ones that I absolutely despised when I was younger. My idea of hell as a kid was getting up early on the weekend to go to Eastern Market or the nursery to look at trees and plants.
Now I don't know if it's because I'm homesick or because I've had time and space to discover what I like outside of my parents' taste, but the apple just doesn't fall that far from the tree. And in a way, that makes me really happy. It's reassuring that after six years and thousands of miles away from my family, we've managed to grow together. I didn't leave the Midwest because I didn't love or even like my family, but because I needed my independence. From running and finance to farmers markets and hiking, I've discovered so much about what makes me tick, and I might just be ready to go back. Someday.
Now I don't know if it's because I'm homesick or because I've had time and space to discover what I like outside of my parents' taste, but the apple just doesn't fall that far from the tree. And in a way, that makes me really happy. It's reassuring that after six years and thousands of miles away from my family, we've managed to grow together. I didn't leave the Midwest because I didn't love or even like my family, but because I needed my independence. From running and finance to farmers markets and hiking, I've discovered so much about what makes me tick, and I might just be ready to go back. Someday.
1 comment:
Becoming like your mother? I call that maturity.
Hugs,
Michael
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