Most of you know that my father lives in Colorado after he and my mother separated and then divorced in the early 1990's. I will be going to see him on Thursday and staying until Sunday. I've cut this trip a day shorter than normal. I only see my father once a year when I fly out to see him. I love Colorado and he has always packed so many things to do in the short amount of time that I go there that the trip can be rather exhausting. My father gets so excited when one of us goes out there that he's like the activity director. I've been out there the most, my middle brother hasn't visited him at all and my youngest brother has been there a few times. Two years ago we went with his girlfriend, Anne to New Mexico and stayed in Taos and Santa Fe. I don't know if it was because of the travelling, the climate, the total difference between where I live on the East Coast versus dessert or what, but I did not enjoy myself. I just wanted to get back home. Last year I had a nice visit, but maybe the novelty of travelling out there has worn on me or something. I think that since I also don't smoke infront of my Dad or Anne would leave me anxious about finding my next "smoke area" (yeah, I know, pretty pathetic).
I really appreciate all of the time and effort my father has put into making up an "itinerary" - he loves to be out and about. My idea of relaxation is to be home or at a resort somewhere and perhaps take a trip somewhere to do some sight-seeing. Also, when I'm there he's very talkative where I like my down time. This time around I am also taking a supply of Nicorette gum to see if it will help me and then ultimately quit for good.
I feel so guilty not fully enjoying myself when I'm out there - he's my Dad. Marty had said to me once that my father and I don't have much in common and that really struck me because we did at one time (at least I thought). I feel like I'm doing a job going to visit him now and I hate feeling like this but I feel I must because he's my Dad. I think too that I get myself worked up because I'm travelling alone - and it's not because of 9/11 because I've always felt this way, perhaps more so now due to 9/11.
Does anyone have any stories, comments, opinions, etc. that will help me to understand what I'm feeling? I'd really appreciate it!
Thanks for listening!
