Looking forward to allergy-free enviroments
I feel like I'm at a pivotal moment in my life. Sounds corny, but I'm "starting a new chapter"
Last night was my last night living with my college roommate, Mischa. One of the most wonderful, beautiful, kind people I know. She celebrated the birthdays of Amber, Steve and I two nights ago so that she could give us our gifts. Her card almost made me cry, but I kept it together until later when I took a load of my stuff to Johnny's. In fact, last night I got pretty sad too. I should probably stop thinking about it.....feels like its like leaving home all over again, Mischa has been like family.
I'm moving into a new home, a home with my boyfriend. So its all bittersweet. All my things are in his room and he's moving my bed right now (I'd be helping but I'm at work, there are of course no students here tho). My things look good next to his, I'm excited beyond words.
I will also be over at Mischa's place next year lots tho! I'm going to be a little deprived.
Another big moment is my brother's graduation this weekend. I was worried about him but he pulled through. He's one of those kids that knows he's smart so he doesn't do his homework, gets A's on the tests, but skips class too much so his grades in HS are pretty bad. He also has a fake so he tends to go get drunk with co-workers and miss more school. (stupid brother)He's growing up, its weird. So many times when we were little we only had each other, and now we have our own lives. He'll be in AZ next year and I'll miss him tons, I copied his myspace blurb out of boredom:
"I can say I was one of the more unsheltered boys growing up. Innocently exposed to the naked world with open eyes and mind starting very young, probably due to my hippyish parents. Curiosity has always overwhelmed fear. I never had any sort of curfew or limitations growing up even when in dangerous conditions like third-world countries, large cities, and jungles. Granted the opportunity to learn and grow freely, unprotected, and unconfined (but not without good advice). Miraculously, not only am I alive, but I'm graduating high school and moving on to college. Some people are just born with it."
-He might be a little proud, and it sounds a lot like a conversation we had while watching home videos.
At his graduation, my father and mother will be within view of each other for the first time in years. I'm nervous.
Hopefully no one will make a scene.
Next week is the O'Meara family reunion, on the farm. I am taking Johnny there, to my favorite and most personal place. I will be sharing my family, my heritage, and a huge part of me with him very shortly.
My mother is one of 12 children from a beautiful/dysfunctional Irish Catholic family.
Her ancestors came to Canada first and then about 150 years ago, they settled a farm in Iowa.
That farm has caught on fire, been shifted by tornados, struck by lighting, witnessed two barn hanging suicides, avoided bulldozing by angry great uncles, and of course, with standed my 12 aunts and uncles.
Our schoolhouse where my grandfather taught sits across the road, on our property, waiting for the money to save it.
I have seen it flourish, I have seen the land abandoned, I have seen it rented, and pieces bought and sold.
Through every move and each divorce, this has been my stable home away from home.
It has always been comforting. I have laughed and cried there more than anywhere else.
There is always family, love, and childhood smells and memories.
20 people will be on that farm in a week.
And many more around town.
Johnny and I will be in our tent in the backyard, under dark skies and bright stars.
My uncles will be cutting up s'more sticks and old tress for wood.
My cousins will be building giant bonfires and playing "the ghost is out".
Perhaps they'll even wake up grandma, who is very shy, but will finally come sit out by the fire and listen to all the family stories.
Hehe, and Kita will be there too!!!
OH MY GOD, I CAN'T WAIT.
as Johnny said last night "Let the count down begin".
I've been taking avantage of learning how to do that ^
I can't write GIANT blogs without them looking really long on the outside. (=
Last night was my last night living with my college roommate, Mischa. One of the most wonderful, beautiful, kind people I know. She celebrated the birthdays of Amber, Steve and I two nights ago so that she could give us our gifts. Her card almost made me cry, but I kept it together until later when I took a load of my stuff to Johnny's. In fact, last night I got pretty sad too. I should probably stop thinking about it.....feels like its like leaving home all over again, Mischa has been like family.
I'm moving into a new home, a home with my boyfriend. So its all bittersweet. All my things are in his room and he's moving my bed right now (I'd be helping but I'm at work, there are of course no students here tho). My things look good next to his, I'm excited beyond words.
I will also be over at Mischa's place next year lots tho! I'm going to be a little deprived.
Another big moment is my brother's graduation this weekend. I was worried about him but he pulled through. He's one of those kids that knows he's smart so he doesn't do his homework, gets A's on the tests, but skips class too much so his grades in HS are pretty bad. He also has a fake so he tends to go get drunk with co-workers and miss more school. (stupid brother)He's growing up, its weird. So many times when we were little we only had each other, and now we have our own lives. He'll be in AZ next year and I'll miss him tons, I copied his myspace blurb out of boredom:
"I can say I was one of the more unsheltered boys growing up. Innocently exposed to the naked world with open eyes and mind starting very young, probably due to my hippyish parents. Curiosity has always overwhelmed fear. I never had any sort of curfew or limitations growing up even when in dangerous conditions like third-world countries, large cities, and jungles. Granted the opportunity to learn and grow freely, unprotected, and unconfined (but not without good advice). Miraculously, not only am I alive, but I'm graduating high school and moving on to college. Some people are just born with it."
-He might be a little proud, and it sounds a lot like a conversation we had while watching home videos.
At his graduation, my father and mother will be within view of each other for the first time in years. I'm nervous.
Hopefully no one will make a scene.
Next week is the O'Meara family reunion, on the farm. I am taking Johnny there, to my favorite and most personal place. I will be sharing my family, my heritage, and a huge part of me with him very shortly.
My mother is one of 12 children from a beautiful/dysfunctional Irish Catholic family.
Her ancestors came to Canada first and then about 150 years ago, they settled a farm in Iowa.
That farm has caught on fire, been shifted by tornados, struck by lighting, witnessed two barn hanging suicides, avoided bulldozing by angry great uncles, and of course, with standed my 12 aunts and uncles.
Our schoolhouse where my grandfather taught sits across the road, on our property, waiting for the money to save it.
I have seen it flourish, I have seen the land abandoned, I have seen it rented, and pieces bought and sold.
Through every move and each divorce, this has been my stable home away from home.
It has always been comforting. I have laughed and cried there more than anywhere else.
There is always family, love, and childhood smells and memories.
20 people will be on that farm in a week.
And many more around town.
Johnny and I will be in our tent in the backyard, under dark skies and bright stars.
My uncles will be cutting up s'more sticks and old tress for wood.
My cousins will be building giant bonfires and playing "the ghost is out".
Perhaps they'll even wake up grandma, who is very shy, but will finally come sit out by the fire and listen to all the family stories.
Hehe, and Kita will be there too!!!
OH MY GOD, I CAN'T WAIT.
as Johnny said last night "Let the count down begin".
I've been taking avantage of learning how to do that ^
I can't write GIANT blogs without them looking really long on the outside. (=