Quebec
This past week, my parents have been up here visiting me, and it's been very tiring for me, I find. I was looking forward to their visit, but when they actually came, it was for a night, and then they went off to visit an uncle of mine in St. Jerome. Then they came back here and picked me up and off we ran to Ste Marie with my grandmother, where we spent a couple days visiting relatives and going to a shopping mall. Finally, we came back here, and today I went with my parents, who are staying with some friends, to get some blinds for mp apartment here. Today, I must admit I somewhat enjoyed.
Still, I feel that I wasn't really being visited at all myself, but more being dragged along to visit with other people, and there was this tension in the air like when I lived back at home, which is part of the reason I moved out. I don't like getting into shouting matches with my parents about trivialities, and I don't like it when they and my sister do either, because it is very draining. In fact, it felt like I was regressing to an earlier stage in my life or something, and this I find disturbing.
Even so, I did enjoy going to Quebec at times. I saw two of my uncles and their families, which is always nice, and I spoke to my grandmother and all as well. I hadn't seen one of my uncles in a while, and his wife was really surprised that I had long hair, since she'd never seen it before on me. She and her daughter (who is starting cegep this fall!) and to a lesser degree son are always amazed that I'm bilingual now, it seems, and have questions and questions about what this or that is, and whether I know what salope means or not, and how to curse in English, and what 'fuck' means, and so forth. I like them. The other uncle I visited was also doing decently, and I had this lovely strawberry shortcake that they'd made there. His family tends to be more... stately, I guess, but they're still cool to hang out with. Not too too much had changed since I last saw them, which was in December.
One thing that's worrying me, though, is that I'm so tired these days. The night before I went to Quebec, I went to this jazz concert with some friends, or tried, at least. I ended up being so tired that after about twenty minutes I left with a friend and we went to her house and collapsed immediately, at maybe midnight. So the next day I woke around noon, and she's off to work, having been up an hour before, so I rush out the door myself and go home, and am so tired when I get home, after having a bite. I slept a bit, and was exhausted when my parents came and couldn't do a damn thing all evening. So I slept that night for about twelve hours, and again the next day I was feeling better, but that night, I collapsed. Day after that, I was again incredibly tired and had trouble functioning. Today I'm somewhat okay, but it's still somewhat strange and it worries me, as I said.
Anyways, I'm off now, because I have things to get done.
Still, I feel that I wasn't really being visited at all myself, but more being dragged along to visit with other people, and there was this tension in the air like when I lived back at home, which is part of the reason I moved out. I don't like getting into shouting matches with my parents about trivialities, and I don't like it when they and my sister do either, because it is very draining. In fact, it felt like I was regressing to an earlier stage in my life or something, and this I find disturbing.
Even so, I did enjoy going to Quebec at times. I saw two of my uncles and their families, which is always nice, and I spoke to my grandmother and all as well. I hadn't seen one of my uncles in a while, and his wife was really surprised that I had long hair, since she'd never seen it before on me. She and her daughter (who is starting cegep this fall!) and to a lesser degree son are always amazed that I'm bilingual now, it seems, and have questions and questions about what this or that is, and whether I know what salope means or not, and how to curse in English, and what 'fuck' means, and so forth. I like them. The other uncle I visited was also doing decently, and I had this lovely strawberry shortcake that they'd made there. His family tends to be more... stately, I guess, but they're still cool to hang out with. Not too too much had changed since I last saw them, which was in December.
One thing that's worrying me, though, is that I'm so tired these days. The night before I went to Quebec, I went to this jazz concert with some friends, or tried, at least. I ended up being so tired that after about twenty minutes I left with a friend and we went to her house and collapsed immediately, at maybe midnight. So the next day I woke around noon, and she's off to work, having been up an hour before, so I rush out the door myself and go home, and am so tired when I get home, after having a bite. I slept a bit, and was exhausted when my parents came and couldn't do a damn thing all evening. So I slept that night for about twelve hours, and again the next day I was feeling better, but that night, I collapsed. Day after that, I was again incredibly tired and had trouble functioning. Today I'm somewhat okay, but it's still somewhat strange and it worries me, as I said.
Anyways, I'm off now, because I have things to get done.