This weekend with my dad hasn't been much different than the other ones. As always, we need adventure, so we'll go well out of our way in search of it. 

Last night, Dad and I went over to an old friend's house. Jay has been my dad's best friend since before high school, and followed my dad to Denver in search of opportunity like he was. I've known Jay since I was born, and while I hadn't seen him for nearly two years up until last night, he hasn't changed... Only, he's now a father. Jay lives up in the foothills with his wife and toddler son. It's a nice house in the woods. Dad and I have stayed there before, although we didn't stay there last night. 

For a bit of background, I have three windowsills in my new basement bedroom, one of which continues to fill up and flood during nearly every storm. It's the reason why I had to get the carpet replaced, and why I'm forced to stay in a guest bedroom for now. The window was replaced before and also sealed, but that hasn't done anything to stop the water. 

In less than a week, I'll be moved into a new house in the nicest neighborhood in town. My mom spent years working up to this moment, and it's something to celebrate. However, I felt pretty good in this house the last couple years we've been here, and I really didn't want to move until tonight.