hold on

I took a trip over spring break. Went to London with my father. I had never taken a long trip with my father before and it turned out to be an interesting one. We found out a lot about each other on this trip that we had not previously learned. I found out that we are much more alike than I would like to believe. We have so many habits and mannerisms that are identical. It is a scary thought that I might be turning into my dad. Not that he is a bad guy. Just that I always thought we were so different. We could never have been mistaken for anything other than father and son, and it is starting to scare me.