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About a week ago I woke up and got out of the RV, which I've had parked on the same street for the better part of the last five months. To my surprise there was ANOTHER RV in front of mine. It was a lot older, but about the same size.

I went to lunch, and as I returned I saw a man getting into the RV.

"Hi! Welcome to the neighborhood," I said jokingly.

On the topic of parents.

On I. Have. No. Idea.

The other night I had a conversation with my housemate. This may not be a big thing for you but it is for me. He's a bit of a recluse. He comes home from work, shuts his door and does some serious gaming. The only reason I know he's home is the yelling from his room. Anyway we had a chat the other night about parents.

He's going for a big trip soon, one, that his parent's don't fully support. We talked about how our parents try and plan everything for our lives and how unhappy it makes us. Then when they can't plan they tell us what we should do and question why we aren't doing it. It was weird that there were so many similarities between his bengali family and my asian one. Then I started talking about the distance between myself and my parents. During college I hardly spoke to them. They wanted me to call them almost everyday but I thought that was too much. So I skipped a couple of days and ignored a couple of calls. At no point in my college life did I actually miss my parents. The frequency of calls didn't allow me to. I started to think how wrong this was last year and how far removed I've become from them.

So now after 22 years (almost 23) I'm trying to get to know my parents. It's never to late to shore up that rift. My housemate did it. His suggestion was that you find a topic you and your parents have in common and just milk it. For him it was cricket with his dad. For me it's badminton with my dad. Well that was what we talked about for the half an hour. Have an excellent day buddies!

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