Catch-Up

Well well, it has been a couple of weeks since I've written. I went home to Atlanta for a week and a half for Thanksgiving break. It was quite different from my life the past several years, as I have not been to stay with my parents for more than a couple of days at a time, seeing as how I've had my own place for the past 3 or 4 years. Also, this is the first "holiday" season I have not worked in retail in 10 YEARS now. Saying 10 years makes me feel old! But the truth is, I've worked in retail since I was 16 years old. Getting up early and working late has become both expected and habitual throughout the last 10 Novembers and Decembers!

Anyway, going to stay with my parents was ok, even though I prefer to have some alone time and sleep as late as I want. Seeing as how my dad is not working right now, the only alone time I got was in the shower and sleeping. Fortunately, I busied myself just enough by going to hang out with Frank, Julie, and working on some school work.

Spending time with Frank again was good. I have so many mixed emotions about him. On the one hand, I could see myself being with him forever. On the other, I feel that there is something (or someone, rather) more out there for me. I think it felt good to feel depended on and needed briefly again. It felt good to be myself and not feel like I had to impress anyone. Being in my sweatshirt and holy jeans, and being told I'm beautiful--THAT felt good. But, naturally, I wonder to myself if what I like is feeling needed and unconditionally loved, or being so by Frank himself. I don't know. Hopefully God will tell me before I'm too old and lonely.

While in B-town, there was a little situation with my bro and his wife, and if felt really good to be on the "good" side of my parents- It's not very often that I feel like I am the more mature sibling who is doing "the right thing"-- I really appreciated my mom telling me that they recognize the fact that I have paid my way for as long as I have been able, and that they are helping me while I am in grad school because they want to, not because I asked them to. My pride often stands in the way of asking for financial help (or any help for that matter), so my mom really is doing a good job helping me out, esp. when I don't ask for it. Even if I can't say it to your face, THANKS MOM.

I feel like I have so much to write about tonight, but I don't konw if I'm going to write about everything I intended to or not. Or will I begin a new blog for a new subject? Maybe I will try that.