The importance of family to me

By Morgan Fazzini
November 11, 2019

Before I brought my car onto campus, my only way back to Lancaster was via train. I have never used public transportation before, so having to adjust to this was difficult. I was nervous being by myself, especially because I knew I looked like I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t have the street smarts to know which side was outbound or which train was mine. With delays and the different train numbers, I did struggle. I was constantly asking the conductors if I was in the right place.

This is my parents and I on Cabrini’s campus. Sorry, Rachel. Photo by Morgan Fazzini.

Once I learned the train system, luckily because of technology, it was much more fun to take the train. I started enjoying the peaceful alone time I would get before I was hammered with questions by my parents. I would sit and listen to music and let my mind wander. If I was in a talkative mood, I would talk to the people around me. I was surprised by the number of train stories I would come home with because of the conversations I would get myself into.

As much as I didn’t mind taking the train, I would still ask my parents to drive to pick me up when I wanted to come home. I would try to use the train as my second plan instead of my first. There was something special about my parents coming to pick me up because the conversations I would have with them topped any conversion I had with a stranger on the train. My parents didn’t even know that this was why I would beg for them to come get me, but now they will.

If it were my mom that would pick me up, we would talk about my future. I would always ask her to tell me stories about when she was in high school and college. She would tell me, sometimes I think without her noticing, little parts that she never mentioned before. Whether it was something with her siblings or something funny she did in college. There was always something I would learn about her before she got married and had kids. She would relate her stories to something involving what I would be like if I got married. She loved to talk about boy drama with me.

When I was with my dad, he would tell me some family stories that I didn’t know about. Since I was older, and he saw my maturity, he would tell me parts to old family drama. Again, it was always something I never knew about. I loved learning about my family, so I was intrigued. If we weren’t talking about family, we were talking intellectually. My dad and I have many, many “discussions” about politics or different beliefs that people have. Even if he always has to be right, I would try to push him a little bit more to see how much information he truly had on the subject.

I loved how I could see the different types of relationships I had with my parents based off a one-hour car ride. Even though I would get asked a million questions and have to repeat myself when I saw the other parent, I would do that forever if it meant I could always have these conversations with them. Now that I have a car on campus, the conversations aren’t there as much anymore. I started finding other places to have them when I get alone time with each parent individually. I am extremely blessed to have both parents and be able to learn about them before I came into the picture. The older I get, the more they tell me, which is something I will always have to look forward to.

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