peitience is a virtue

Last week I was telling my co about how I was planning to go on an architecture boat tour of Chicago. I did go on it and it was awesome. 

In our conversation about boat tours, my co brought up how he had gone on one in 7th grade and the theme being Frank Lloyd Wright. This reminded me of how both my dad and I loved Frank Lloyd Wright. It reminded me of the fact there are parts of my house (that my dad designed) influenced by Frank Lloyd Wright. 

Then, I remembered something from middle school. I was learning about Frank Lloyd Wright in art class and after finding out that my dad also really loved him, I had the dream to go with my dad someday to Falling Water in Pennsylvania, one of Frank Lloyd Wright’s most magnificent houses.  

I had completely forgotten about this dream. During high school I started to live an almost separate life from my dad, even though I still lived with him. I was wrapped up in my life as a teenager. Shame on me. It wasn’t until college, the last four years, that we started to become close. It was only in these last couple of years that I discovered all the things my dad and I had in common. I regret not taking the time to get to know him earlier because I don’t have that opportunity now.