A couple of days with family. That connection has become more important to me in my 30s than it was in my 20s. It is interesting, too, that at this point in my life I also feel more different than the rest of my family than I ever have.

My dad is in the process of deciding what to do with his farm land now that he is retired. I suspect he dreamed of having a son to pass the farm down to, but alas, he fathered two girls, neither of whom is interested in farming, or being landowners. This is hard for him, because some of this land has been in the family for over 100 years. I can understand his attachment to it, the desire to see it stay in the family. But I just don't have the passion for land that he does. He didn't raise me to appreciate it. He didn't involve us in farming. He didn't really seem to expect much from us except to marry men who would take care of us. So as much as there is a part of me that wants to say, "Dad, I'll keep the land forever and it will always be in our family!" I don't see it being a terribly realistic option for me to have land that is in another province from where I live. I feel bad for him, I want to fix it. But I guess he has to wrestle with this on his own.