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Whoaaaa. So it's official, my parents no longer owns a restaurant. After some 13 odd years of hard work, sacrifice, late nights and exhaustion, it finally ended. I'm seriously glad for them. When they first told me that they are selling the store, my reaction had been, why not sooner? Why not when I was younger, when I could just not work in the damn place everyday? But that feeling burned itself out because it was unfair to them. I understand the why. I am just relieved, happy, floating, even, that it's over for them. I don't know what their next steps are or if they know, but I don't need to know. Putting an exhaustive thing behind them is one way or another, a good thing, both mentally and physically.
I've never really thought of Belpre as home, or when I was there, the restaurant as an integral part of my life, even though it was and I just really didn't want it to be. It's strange to think that Belpre is no longer the place I look to return to in order to see my parents; Belpre has lost its purpose as a destination.
There are times when I feel like I don't remember a relatively large chunk of my teenage years, but it's probably because everyday was so repetitive that I just compress them together. It's OK to kill those memory cells and form new ones.
I started swimming classes in the RPAC and my teacher, Mary, is pretty fabulous. I'm no longer afraid to put my head underwater, I can relax and actually float. I can kick my way to the middle of the pool and this upcoming week I will probably learn the strokes. To think that a week ago I could very well have drowned in the pool! :P
Life at the bank is boring, blah blah. It makes me wanna go back to school.
Graduate school update: I'm deciding between University of Pittsburgh and UC San Diego. Hopefully by Friday I will find out about financial aid stuff from UCSD then I can make a final decision for sure.
My ideal right now: to live in an apartment with a balcony and a dog. I think it's just that I really want to grow up.
I've never really thought of Belpre as home, or when I was there, the restaurant as an integral part of my life, even though it was and I just really didn't want it to be. It's strange to think that Belpre is no longer the place I look to return to in order to see my parents; Belpre has lost its purpose as a destination.
There are times when I feel like I don't remember a relatively large chunk of my teenage years, but it's probably because everyday was so repetitive that I just compress them together. It's OK to kill those memory cells and form new ones.
I started swimming classes in the RPAC and my teacher, Mary, is pretty fabulous. I'm no longer afraid to put my head underwater, I can relax and actually float. I can kick my way to the middle of the pool and this upcoming week I will probably learn the strokes. To think that a week ago I could very well have drowned in the pool! :P
Life at the bank is boring, blah blah. It makes me wanna go back to school.
Graduate school update: I'm deciding between University of Pittsburgh and UC San Diego. Hopefully by Friday I will find out about financial aid stuff from UCSD then I can make a final decision for sure.
My ideal right now: to live in an apartment with a balcony and a dog. I think it's just that I really want to grow up.