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It's difficult for my boyfriend to meet my parents. After all, my parents don't live in L.A., and they rarely visit. It's many a transplanted urbanite's tale, I imagine. What might for locals be a mildly stressful trip down the road for dinner turns into something much weightier when airfare and potentially holidays are involved.
Or maybe not. Next thing I know my parents were in the La La last weekend, and MBF was grilling dinner, and we sat around the patio pretty as you please. Truth be told, I've been so overwhelmed since being laid off, I didn't really have a chance to over-think it. Or maybe I've just gotten more Zen. Lately it's just been easier to live in the moment and think about the next few weeks. MBF and I are going to Florida in August - which I will be sure to think about as soon as I get through BlogHer - which I am going to start thinking about any minute now. Right after I send off five more resumes.
What I most thought about in terms of MBF meeting my parents was how nice it would be if we lived in a house together and had a guest room. I've coveted a guest room (or heck, a study with a futon) since moving here and realizing that hardly anyone can afford to visit me, but with MBF in the equation suddenly I was imaging how fun and comforting and easy and - quite frankly when considering his cooking - delicious it would be if we had a place and visiting peeps could just stay with us.
Maybe people would visit more.
And it really seems almost unfair to keep MBF's breakfasts to myself. And I have dreams of hosting a big Thanksgiving with actual relatives in attendance. That being one of the days in the year when *I* cook to much acclaim. Ah, well. These are just dreams for now. I'm still packing a bag for his place.
But it's worth noting that dreams such as these have been held far, far at bay for a very long time.
Don't look at them! I'm afraid if I think about them too much they will slip away. For now it's enough to live in the happy moments and enjoy what I have right now.
MBF thought that an interesting post might be what do I think my parents thought about us and the visit. I tried to explain that I'm pretty sure my parents gave up such conjecture a long, long time ago. I'm not living a life they would have imagined, and I don't intend to start now.
I just want to live it, you know? And feel happy and thankful what I have.
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Linky Goodness:
Amanda, from Amanda Takes Off... and Takes on Korea Repatriation blogs, Amanda Curses in the Presence of Her In-Laws Count: One - A fascinating post about visiting Korean in-laws.
From Adventures of a Gringa, When Two Worlds Collide, Chapter 3, Scene 3: Family Fun - This post features a visit from Brazilian relatives and parents meeting for the first time.
Allison Blass blogs on Lemonade Life about How My Father Met My Mother - Causing me to pull out a calculator to truly grok that people who got married in 1983 could have a daughter who blogs and a 25th anniversary.
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Contributing editor Liz Rizzo also blogs at Everyday Goddess.
