Living with my dad was a change of pace.
He was more relaxed and not into too many extracurricular activities.
That left me with plenty of time to practice with my band. I missed my mom, but she had landed a great job in another country. My parents were divorced, and at first, I lived with my mom. But they agreed that I should remain with dad when mom left. His house was lovely, and I had a huge room. He took great care of the home, which had an energy-efficient AC system. Evansville was known for its hot summer and bitter winter seasons. Dad had a massive company in the city, which he had built from nothing to something great in his industry. One morning, he came to the kitchen and announced we should spend the week together. I think he felt like he had neglected me in a way because of coming home late. But, I did not mind at all. I asked him what he wanted us to do, and he suggested we go fishing. We had not been fishing together in a long time, and I felt excited. I had to call my friends to cancel our rehearsal. They were not too thrilled, but I wanted to go fishing with my dad. We went to the Blue Grass fishing spot, which was one of the loveliest places in Evansville. We had to have a fishing permit to gain access which dad had already taken care of. We gathered out fishing equipment and got on the truck. It took me back to when I was a young kid, and we would go fishing all the time. I was happy we were doing things together again.