I've spent the majority of my adult life inadvertently following in my mom's footsteps. I've done it all, from moving on to the same street in the same little burg, to making the same stupid financial missteps, to marrying a man who was like my dad in the worst possible way. Some of these things I knew about and tried to avoid (e.g. marrying my dad) and others I only found out about after the fact (e.g. living on the same street in the same random little town). Regardless, it's been kind of weird.
On Saturday, my mom and I went shopping and out to lunch in my new town. While we were out and about, I pointed out the bar where my friends and I (mostly, it seems recently, I) like to hang out. Mom took one look at the location and started laughing. Turns out, my bar used to be her bar. And in one of its former iterations (you know, years and years and years ago), it's where she met my dad. My only response was along the lines of, "Holy hell. Can I do nothing of my own?"
So. There's one more little thing from my mom's past that I've unknowingly repeated. But trust me when I say that I will NOT make the mistake of getting involved with any guy I might pick up there. I've already married her husband once, and that's plenty for me.