I have an adult daughter who lives with us.
She is my only child.
Yes, I’m sure she’s spoiled and she knows it.
For the last five years she’s been saving money from her work to go to Europe. I’ve never known a person to work so hard and be so dedicated to her craft. Really. Every bit of extra money has been squirreled away at the expense of the small luxuries most of us in America appreciate. Only recently, with her tickets purchased, has she allowed herself to deviate from her strict budget and spend a weekend with friends at the beach, throw a really big party in honor of her aunt, and eat out at a restaurant or two.
Rachel’s original plan had been to stay where she could work for her lodgings and some meals with the intent of spending her hard-earned cash on being a tourist during her time off. There are many places that offer that arrangement. She would probably have been there for months, if not a year or more. But things change. Several months ago, she was offered a position at a local business that she felt she couldn’t refuse. Well, let’s modify that. She did refuse the position, but was pursued until she accepted. *proud mother* So, from a wandering vagabond freestyle kind of plan, she goes to a tightly scheduled and regimented tour of a month. She’s still excited though. She leaves tomorrow. And I look at her from across our rusty outdoor mesh tabletop and see how she’s just waiting…and I’m trying my damnedest not to think of hydraulic failure, terrorism, theft, military coups, getting stranded – even bad restaurant service.