Blah blah blah...happy birthday
It's so quiet here, a little too quiet perhaps.
Still without direction, should I seriously look for work, should I give school a try, allowing my mom to rub it in and tell me she was right? Looking for work has been discouraging. The ads on craigslist want experience, or knowledge of a second language. I've applied to a few different entry level positions I was certain I'd get a call for, but haven't heard anything. The uncertainty of what's to come for me is daunting.
On the bright side, I'm spending more time with my grandmother. She's the kindest person I know and one of the strongest. It wasn't until recently that I found out she's got quite a few battle scars. She hasn't been to war or anything, but she's battled breast cancer and has had numerous surgeries. Grandpa died when I was in middle school, so that means its been at least 10 years since he passed away. I don't know how she manages to live by herself. I've been here for a little over a month and I already feel lonely. I know she wants to see all her grandchildren, including me married with children of our own. It seems like such a simple wish, I almost want to grant it for her. I feel so sad whenever I think about what little I can do for her.
I turned 24 this past Monday. Torrie and my dad came over with pizza, cake and icecream to celebrate 2 days before my actual birthdate. I know that Torrie was the one who drove and initiated the celebration. I'm grateful to have her as a stepmom. I love my father, but he's never been one to put thought and effort into anything other than work. Kristin stopped by on Halloween with brownie mix. I was happy to see her. We played a few games of Hanafuda, the Hawaiian version. Kristin bought a pack that was on sale. Our auntie Lyn showed us how she played it as it was taught to her. I got lots of Birthday wishes via FB, a call from my mom's sister, auntie Jo, and a text from my mom. It's no surprise that my brother didn't send any messages.
My relationship with both my mom and brother has been strained on and off, mostly on. I recently hung up on my brother, Gavin. He seems to think I need to be told what to do. He doesn't get to visit often, due to his financial situation and the Pacific ocean that separates us. His last visit was nice, except for the night he spent 4 hours lecturing me. I was kinda hoping we could just hangout and talk, but silly me, I forgot that he takes after my mom.
My mother, like most mothers I suppose, feels the need to criticize me for just about everything. She's had me under her thumb since she divorced my dad and I moved in with her. We've been all each other had ever since. In what I'm certain, has been the past few months, she went from online buddy to new roommate/potential 2nd marriage. She'd never admit it, but I feel like she gave me the boot as soon as he proposed he move in. So I've decided I won't care how immature I may seem. I have nothing against, Rick, that's her roommate's name, I'm hurt by my mom's behavior and even if I've been avoiding her, she should have called to say, "Happy birthday". Immature-sure, pathetic-maybe, bitter-well duh.
Still without direction, should I seriously look for work, should I give school a try, allowing my mom to rub it in and tell me she was right? Looking for work has been discouraging. The ads on craigslist want experience, or knowledge of a second language. I've applied to a few different entry level positions I was certain I'd get a call for, but haven't heard anything. The uncertainty of what's to come for me is daunting.
On the bright side, I'm spending more time with my grandmother. She's the kindest person I know and one of the strongest. It wasn't until recently that I found out she's got quite a few battle scars. She hasn't been to war or anything, but she's battled breast cancer and has had numerous surgeries. Grandpa died when I was in middle school, so that means its been at least 10 years since he passed away. I don't know how she manages to live by herself. I've been here for a little over a month and I already feel lonely. I know she wants to see all her grandchildren, including me married with children of our own. It seems like such a simple wish, I almost want to grant it for her. I feel so sad whenever I think about what little I can do for her.
I turned 24 this past Monday. Torrie and my dad came over with pizza, cake and icecream to celebrate 2 days before my actual birthdate. I know that Torrie was the one who drove and initiated the celebration. I'm grateful to have her as a stepmom. I love my father, but he's never been one to put thought and effort into anything other than work. Kristin stopped by on Halloween with brownie mix. I was happy to see her. We played a few games of Hanafuda, the Hawaiian version. Kristin bought a pack that was on sale. Our auntie Lyn showed us how she played it as it was taught to her. I got lots of Birthday wishes via FB, a call from my mom's sister, auntie Jo, and a text from my mom. It's no surprise that my brother didn't send any messages.
My relationship with both my mom and brother has been strained on and off, mostly on. I recently hung up on my brother, Gavin. He seems to think I need to be told what to do. He doesn't get to visit often, due to his financial situation and the Pacific ocean that separates us. His last visit was nice, except for the night he spent 4 hours lecturing me. I was kinda hoping we could just hangout and talk, but silly me, I forgot that he takes after my mom.
My mother, like most mothers I suppose, feels the need to criticize me for just about everything. She's had me under her thumb since she divorced my dad and I moved in with her. We've been all each other had ever since. In what I'm certain, has been the past few months, she went from online buddy to new roommate/potential 2nd marriage. She'd never admit it, but I feel like she gave me the boot as soon as he proposed he move in. So I've decided I won't care how immature I may seem. I have nothing against, Rick, that's her roommate's name, I'm hurt by my mom's behavior and even if I've been avoiding her, she should have called to say, "Happy birthday". Immature-sure, pathetic-maybe, bitter-well duh.
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