Oh how I love the holidays... [Warning, this entry contains high levels of sarcasm and whining...]
Well, I am settled in at home. The cat is adjusting well, and the bro is slowly becoming accustomed to sharing his room again... The tree is up, presents are wrapped prettily under the tree, and nerves are strained to the max. The baby sis has run off "down the shore" with her new boy-toy - and yes, it is no doubt a lovely bout of history repeating itself - and the other baby bro is living in the garage with his rickety "new" truck... Life is good.
I find myself having conflicting thoughts too often; loneliness/boredom/melancholy have been my companions of late, when I am not being pestered by the oh so wonderful family. It was almost easier when I was drowning in school work, and sequestered in Turnip Town. Now I see familiar faces, catch random glimpses of cars, and find a nagging thought in the back of my head. My nerves are failing me, I am afraid... I had the distinct urge to sit and cry all day... probably the result of my minor stay in Out Patients today for my tail bone troubles, and ensuing pain and stress.... but possibly just a need for a quiet sob-fest to refresh a tired soul.
I rant, and ramble, but these be's the only updates that I have lately. Little excitement to report, aside from the slowly gathered details of my trip to Virginia. The organizing parties involved seem to know less than we do, which is less than reassuring. But, I am sure everything will work out. The plane tickets are booked, and passports/student visas are prepared. Just a small mountain of paper work to finish up, and then we might be ready to go... It is almost a sad thought to think that I won't be back to Truro for school, ever again... Almost, but not quite. As long as I don't get hooked up with any "yankees" the parents are slowly coming 'round. It will indeed be a change, but it is sorely needed.
Alas, I must conclude this rant before it is too late... My pillow cries too often of neglect, and work will surely come to early.
xoxo
I find myself having conflicting thoughts too often; loneliness/boredom/melancholy have been my companions of late, when I am not being pestered by the oh so wonderful family. It was almost easier when I was drowning in school work, and sequestered in Turnip Town. Now I see familiar faces, catch random glimpses of cars, and find a nagging thought in the back of my head. My nerves are failing me, I am afraid... I had the distinct urge to sit and cry all day... probably the result of my minor stay in Out Patients today for my tail bone troubles, and ensuing pain and stress.... but possibly just a need for a quiet sob-fest to refresh a tired soul.
I rant, and ramble, but these be's the only updates that I have lately. Little excitement to report, aside from the slowly gathered details of my trip to Virginia. The organizing parties involved seem to know less than we do, which is less than reassuring. But, I am sure everything will work out. The plane tickets are booked, and passports/student visas are prepared. Just a small mountain of paper work to finish up, and then we might be ready to go... It is almost a sad thought to think that I won't be back to Truro for school, ever again... Almost, but not quite. As long as I don't get hooked up with any "yankees" the parents are slowly coming 'round. It will indeed be a change, but it is sorely needed.
Alas, I must conclude this rant before it is too late... My pillow cries too often of neglect, and work will surely come to early.
xoxo