And the other stuff...
"Keep jumping."
I ended up going home a couple days early because I needed to get ready to repack for the flight out to Washington. We were going over to visit my grandparents and were supposed to leave on Wednesday, coming back on the 25th. Well, when we got to the airport on Wednesday, we found Denver had decided to close due to snow and all connections through Denver were cancelled. And the soonest they could get us out of any of the DC area airports was the 23rd. So, the trip wasn't worth it because we were still going to have to drive through the mountains to get there and back so we'd be there for part of a day. So, we stuck around.
Due to this sticking around, I ended up in a huge blowout with my parents that ended in me leaving the house at about 10:30-11:00am on the 25th and driving back down to Richmond. Not exaclty my most composed moment but I'm trying this thing where I stop accepting things simply because they involve members of my family and allowing them to get to me. So, I guess that was one way to really put that plan into action. And I did always have a flair for the dramatic.
My mom called me on the 27th, which was the first time I talked to her since the fight. She just called to let me know that my grandfather had died. She said that my grandmother understood if I couldn't make it to the funeral, which would be that weekend, because of work. It sounded implied that I was expected to go. So I researched flights and told them on the 28th that I had found flights out of Richmond so just to tell me what times I should look for to coordinate arrival times. Instead, I got a confirmation e-mail because my plan backfired. The entire family (minus the sister's boyfriend) was now flying out of Richmond. And they decided to pretend like everything was okay. I think to some degree they think that I just had to get it out of my system, but that wasn't the case. I meant what I said that day and I'm sticking to it. So we went out for the funeral on the 29th and flew back on the 1st.
Since then, grades have come out and I've been preoccupied with some stuff involving some friends down here. And I don't want to burden them with my crap because their stuff is more important than my stuff. Oh well, we'll have to see what happens. School starts Monday. Yippee.
I ended up going home a couple days early because I needed to get ready to repack for the flight out to Washington. We were going over to visit my grandparents and were supposed to leave on Wednesday, coming back on the 25th. Well, when we got to the airport on Wednesday, we found Denver had decided to close due to snow and all connections through Denver were cancelled. And the soonest they could get us out of any of the DC area airports was the 23rd. So, the trip wasn't worth it because we were still going to have to drive through the mountains to get there and back so we'd be there for part of a day. So, we stuck around.
Due to this sticking around, I ended up in a huge blowout with my parents that ended in me leaving the house at about 10:30-11:00am on the 25th and driving back down to Richmond. Not exaclty my most composed moment but I'm trying this thing where I stop accepting things simply because they involve members of my family and allowing them to get to me. So, I guess that was one way to really put that plan into action. And I did always have a flair for the dramatic.
My mom called me on the 27th, which was the first time I talked to her since the fight. She just called to let me know that my grandfather had died. She said that my grandmother understood if I couldn't make it to the funeral, which would be that weekend, because of work. It sounded implied that I was expected to go. So I researched flights and told them on the 28th that I had found flights out of Richmond so just to tell me what times I should look for to coordinate arrival times. Instead, I got a confirmation e-mail because my plan backfired. The entire family (minus the sister's boyfriend) was now flying out of Richmond. And they decided to pretend like everything was okay. I think to some degree they think that I just had to get it out of my system, but that wasn't the case. I meant what I said that day and I'm sticking to it. So we went out for the funeral on the 29th and flew back on the 1st.
Since then, grades have come out and I've been preoccupied with some stuff involving some friends down here. And I don't want to burden them with my crap because their stuff is more important than my stuff. Oh well, we'll have to see what happens. School starts Monday. Yippee.