Hi, my name is Brandi. I just graduated high school and I am getting ready for my next adventure. I just turned 19 so it was time to look for colleges. While most girls are looking to go away for college, I am looking to go home for college. Here is what I mean.
My dad and mom split up a few years ago. I wanted to go with my dad then but he took a job about 200 miles away and I didn't want to leave my school. I had to finish high school where I was because I had established myself there. I had friends and after-school activities not to mention I knew all the teachers. So, we decided that it would be best to stay where I was.
Don't get me wrong, my mom is awesome. I love her to death, but I am a daddy's girl. So, now all I have to do is get accepted at the college just down the road from my dad's lakeside cabin and I can go home for college.
I know the mail will be here soon so I decided to go wait for it in the driveway. Our mailman Jim had been a friend of the family for years so I knew he was watching for the letter too. I see the truck pulling up. What is in Jim's hand?
"Look what I've got!" He said as he got out of the truck. It was a large envelope and I could see it now.
"Awesome! Thanks, Jim" I said, hardly able to contain my excitement. I grabbed the envelope and tore it open reading the words I had so wanted to hear for so long. 'Congratulations' it said and the rest of the words blurred as I realized the meaning of just that one word. "I got it!" I yelled, hugging Jim in my excitement.
He just smiled completely used to my excessive reactions. "Good for you Brandi. When you get out there, tell Frank I said hello."
Frank was her dad's name. "I will," I said. He handed me the rest of the mail and I went back inside to begin packing. Granted I wouldn't be starting school till the fall but there were still preparations and I didn't want to wait another minute to see my dad. I mean every other weekend was great and all but not nearly enough time.
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I walked down the stairs with my final suitcase. Mom was waiting by the car with her new boyfriend Mark. He was alright but not my dad. I hugged my mom and shook Mark's hand, then put my suitcase in the truck and turned back to Mom. "I will come visit every other weekend like I did with Dad. I love you Mom" I hugged her again.
"I love you too sweetheart," She said, tears filling her eyes "I'm going to miss you."
"I know Mom." I said, trying to reassure her "I'll call often and tell you about my day like I usually do."
"Good, I want to hear about all the fun things you and your dad do." She said, smiling
I opened the door and climbed in. I backed out of the driveway with my mom waving at me holding onto Mark and crying. I guess all moms are sad when their daughter moves away. I was sad too but I knew I would see her often so I wasn't broken up. When dad left I had cried for hours because I didn't know when I would see him again. The custody agreement hadn't been finalized yet.
I turned onto the highway and began the long journey home.
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I pulled into the driveway of my new home at about 5 pm that night. It had only taken about 3 hours to get there but it had seemed like forever. My dad saw me drive in and came out of the front door to greet me. I jumped out of the truck and ran into his waiting arms. I was home with my daddy. Everything was right again.
He wrapped me in his strong arms and kissed me gently on the head. "Welcome home my little June bug," he said. He had given me that nickname because my birthday was in June and as he had said when I was young I could be a little bug sometimes. I loved it because it always made me feel special.
We unloaded the truck together and put all my stuff in my room. Then I decided I wanted to swim in the lake before dinner. Dad agreed and we got changed. I put on my new bikini that I bought for this summer. I came out of my room and saw Dad waiting for me by the sliding glass doors that led to the backyard and the lake.
Something was wrong though. I saw Dad standing there in his swim trunks. His abs were solid as ever and his muscles bulging in his arms and chest. Suddenly I realized I was getting wet, and not from the lake we hadn't even left the house yet. I couldn't help it, my dad was just so hot. I had to push those thoughts aside. He was my dad. I could never have him like that. I wonder if other daughters think like that about their dad.