Little Surprises
Ok, have been meaning to write about some things lately. They'll be cut for those who want to skip around.
It was Eddie's birthday this past Saturday. We decided to celebrate at Sushi Samba in the village with both of our families (Churrasco + Sushi = Delicious!). Meaning that I'd be meeting his dad and stepmom for the first time ever. Can you say nerves? I can. Nerves. Nerves-o-rama in fact. I mean, I know his mom pretty well and we get along awesomely, but this was like starting over again. Well, I thought it would be. The minute I started talking to the both of them, they made me feel welcome. Like I was already a part of their family.
Better than that, they gave the same treatment to the 'rents, aunt & uncle, and brother & girlfriend too (Yes, he has a new one. Much, MUCH nicer than the last one. I hope it works out between them). Hell, they even invited me and anyone else who wanted to go to come visit Baltimore with Eddie to meet some more folks. It's very relieving, especially after watching an older brother have to end relationships early due to a girlfriend's family being ethnicist against Latinos (or in the last case, the girlfriend herself. *sigh*). No, Eddie's family is awesome. Than can get along with my family with so much ease, and that says quite a lot already.
As for Eddie, he turned 21, tried a cocktail, didn't like it all that much. Honestly, he's happier about the fact that he can go to Dave & Buster's in Times Square (DDR for 21 and up, unless they bring up to three guests who cannot be younger than 16), and that he can bring me along. :P
Other thing I've begun to notice - my parents are finally starting to let me go. See, in planning where to apply to Grad School, I've decided to check schools in the Tri-State Area, Boston, and Chicago. Back when I was applying to Drew, that was a huge stretch for my parents. I remember fighting and crying so many nights my senior year of high school because my parents were insisting that I commute to a college (despite not having a driver's license). Obviously, I won that battle, but I'm sure a few of you remember the constant kidnappings the weekends of my Freshman fall semester, the constant phone calls and such. Now they've pretty much decided that wherever I go, they'll either stay or move to be close to me. Ok, so it's not letting go completely, but it shows how far they've gone, from "YOU WILL DO AS WE SAY AND THAT'S FINAL!" to "We trust your judgment and will do what we can to guide you" (P.S. - By my parents, I mean mostly my mom. My dad's usually been the more lenient one, but my mom definitely wears the pants when it comes to what I can and can't do).
It's odd. I'm so used to them saying "No, you can't do that" to everything I ask. Remember, this is a girl who never went to sleepovers as a child, wasn't allowed to date until college, and had to be chaperoned everywhere up until THIS YEAR. This is a big change. I think it means I'm growing up in their eyes, which I know must hurt. My mom tells me how she never pictured me as an adult, even as I grew up in front of he , and that she's really struggling it, and is amazed that I'm reaching the status of adult faster than my brother (who, at 33, is the biggest kid I know and love). As for dad, he's dealing with it better, but still wishes his little girl could have stayed little for just a little longer.
That's about it I think. Longer than I thought it would be. Huh.
*~Mel~*
It was Eddie's birthday this past Saturday. We decided to celebrate at Sushi Samba in the village with both of our families (Churrasco + Sushi = Delicious!). Meaning that I'd be meeting his dad and stepmom for the first time ever. Can you say nerves? I can. Nerves. Nerves-o-rama in fact. I mean, I know his mom pretty well and we get along awesomely, but this was like starting over again. Well, I thought it would be. The minute I started talking to the both of them, they made me feel welcome. Like I was already a part of their family.
Better than that, they gave the same treatment to the 'rents, aunt & uncle, and brother & girlfriend too (Yes, he has a new one. Much, MUCH nicer than the last one. I hope it works out between them). Hell, they even invited me and anyone else who wanted to go to come visit Baltimore with Eddie to meet some more folks. It's very relieving, especially after watching an older brother have to end relationships early due to a girlfriend's family being ethnicist against Latinos (or in the last case, the girlfriend herself. *sigh*). No, Eddie's family is awesome. Than can get along with my family with so much ease, and that says quite a lot already.
As for Eddie, he turned 21, tried a cocktail, didn't like it all that much. Honestly, he's happier about the fact that he can go to Dave & Buster's in Times Square (DDR for 21 and up, unless they bring up to three guests who cannot be younger than 16), and that he can bring me along. :P
Other thing I've begun to notice - my parents are finally starting to let me go. See, in planning where to apply to Grad School, I've decided to check schools in the Tri-State Area, Boston, and Chicago. Back when I was applying to Drew, that was a huge stretch for my parents. I remember fighting and crying so many nights my senior year of high school because my parents were insisting that I commute to a college (despite not having a driver's license). Obviously, I won that battle, but I'm sure a few of you remember the constant kidnappings the weekends of my Freshman fall semester, the constant phone calls and such. Now they've pretty much decided that wherever I go, they'll either stay or move to be close to me. Ok, so it's not letting go completely, but it shows how far they've gone, from "YOU WILL DO AS WE SAY AND THAT'S FINAL!" to "We trust your judgment and will do what we can to guide you" (P.S. - By my parents, I mean mostly my mom. My dad's usually been the more lenient one, but my mom definitely wears the pants when it comes to what I can and can't do).
It's odd. I'm so used to them saying "No, you can't do that" to everything I ask. Remember, this is a girl who never went to sleepovers as a child, wasn't allowed to date until college, and had to be chaperoned everywhere up until THIS YEAR. This is a big change. I think it means I'm growing up in their eyes, which I know must hurt. My mom tells me how she never pictured me as an adult, even as I grew up in front of he , and that she's really struggling it, and is amazed that I'm reaching the status of adult faster than my brother (who, at 33, is the biggest kid I know and love). As for dad, he's dealing with it better, but still wishes his little girl could have stayed little for just a little longer.
That's about it I think. Longer than I thought it would be. Huh.
*~Mel~*