Rice and I discussed property issues. There was some misunderstanding on how things work, and I appeared to be trying to take advantage of him. This wasn't the case, and after asking around, it became apparent I was right, but it's still so hard for both of us.

So hard.

I called my dad yesterday and told him I'm moving. He freaked out, not in anger, but in fear. I've never seen this side of him before. "I don't want you to move so far away," he said. "I'm so scared. I'm so scared. I'll never see you again."

"Sure you will," I said. "I will definitely come back."

"No you won't. I know how this goes. Oh, I'm so scared. I'll never see you again."

I explained to him that it's a day's drive, really. Maybe two with kids. We made a similar trip twice a year from before I was born until I was seventeen. I would be back, I would see him and my step-mother.

The brain damage Dad suffered several years ago doesn't help this, it's true, but it was hard trying to comfort my father. My sixty-four-year-old father.

I'm the age he was when I was born.

In happier news, I have an in-person interview with the job I've been interviewing for on the phone.

I need lots of crossed fingers!