As the month of October comes to an end, I realize that the big move to SoCal is right around the corner.
I'm going back home. After 13 eventful and interesting years in Nebraska, I'm finally going home.
It's all so surreal.
According to Brandon, he never thought I was suited for post-secondary education in the Midwest. He always figured that leaving Nebraska to attend college elsewhere would be one of the best things for me to do. I wonder why he never told me sooner...
At any rate, that doesn't matter anymore: I'm moving to California for college! The UC schools are flat out amazing--together, they compose one of the best education systems in the world. :)
Brandon and my sister-in-law are graduates of UCSD. My second cousin Ariel is currently attending UC Merced. And I'll be the future graduate of UCLA. I'm noticing a pattern...here. Lol.
Unfortunately (not really--ha ha), Ryan has expressed a great interest in Nebraska football and has shown a desire to play for the Huskers. My 14-year-old brother--15 in February--wants to attend UNL for college.
Well, all right then.
He's breaking the trend...
Ha ha.
Ryan is currently a freshman in high school. So we still have a couple of years before we need to seriously consider a college for him.
I'm sure he'll be asking me questions about admission exams and universities and whatnot--after all, I'm his big sister! I've been here for like, ever for this kid. I'm actually extremely lucky to have a younger brother who genuinely likes me and doesn't mind spending time with me. How many siblings are like us? :)
And since I'm on the topic of UNL, I should probably mention the fact that we have tickets for the Nebraska vs Northwestern football game on Saturday, November 5th, 2011. That's right, I'm finally stepping foot into Memorial Stadium, something that I suppose I would like to do before I leave this state.
Once I'm in California, places like the Rose Bowl and Qualcomm Stadium will be mine. ;)
Anyway, I will most likely have more to blog about later this week. Until then.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Chapter 15
It's been a little over a week since I've posted anything...but, the fact that I have been updating more often than usual is a good thing.
The two funerals have come and gone; my Great Aunt Loretta's was last Tuesday and my Aunt Kathy's was this past Saturday. Brandon made it to both of them. Ryan and I did not. Then again, that was to be expected. And besides...it's not like we would have been welcomed, anyway. If I haven't mentioned this before, my family is, to say the very least: messed up. So "messed up" that I requested Brandon NOT to tell anyone about the act of me moving out to California. Yeah, I know...no need to say anything about that.
Now that I'm on the subject of California, I'm--pleased, I guess--to be the informant of the news that my mother purchased her plane ticket back here this past Tuesday night.
If that notion didn't make this move a reality to me, then I don't know what will.
I mean...I'm moving to California! How exciting is that? :)
Unfortunately, that's pretty much all I have to say right now. I've started packing, begun to review the "California Driver Handbook" just in case I'm forced into taking a driving exam before I can obtain a California Driver License, applying for jobs, and so on.
I'll update again when I have more to write about.
The two funerals have come and gone; my Great Aunt Loretta's was last Tuesday and my Aunt Kathy's was this past Saturday. Brandon made it to both of them. Ryan and I did not. Then again, that was to be expected. And besides...it's not like we would have been welcomed, anyway. If I haven't mentioned this before, my family is, to say the very least: messed up. So "messed up" that I requested Brandon NOT to tell anyone about the act of me moving out to California. Yeah, I know...no need to say anything about that.
Now that I'm on the subject of California, I'm--pleased, I guess--to be the informant of the news that my mother purchased her plane ticket back here this past Tuesday night.
If that notion didn't make this move a reality to me, then I don't know what will.
I mean...I'm moving to California! How exciting is that? :)
Unfortunately, that's pretty much all I have to say right now. I've started packing, begun to review the "California Driver Handbook" just in case I'm forced into taking a driving exam before I can obtain a California Driver License, applying for jobs, and so on.
I'll update again when I have more to write about.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Chapter 14
I'm better--the initial shock of what has happened with my family seems to have worn off and now I'm merely wishing my relatives well and jumping at any source that has an update about the situation.
My brothers and I seem to have been left in the dark...then again, my grandparents basically disowned four out of the seven grandchildren they have (my two brothers, our cousin Alex, and me), so what else is new?
At any rate, they'll proceed with memorial services of some sort and move on, continuing to live in denial about their lives.
Nothing I can do about that.
On a lighter note, the rest of my life seems to finally be getting itself in order; I'm noticing subtle signs about things and building my self-confidence. After all, a move to SoCal requires that one be fairly confident, yes?
I'm excited about the move, but also reasonably terrified at the same time. As I should be, I suppose--if I wasn't, I would just be foolish, wouldn't I?
The more people I see that I've had some sort of relationship with, the more I almost yearn to inform them, but at the same time, I think I'd rather have everyone find out AFTER everything is all said and done. Those who already know don't really seem that worked up about this massive change at all, therefore I don't see the point in telling any more of my former classmates.
I saw quite a few at the Lincoln High "LINKS" Marching Band Competition today--the majority were 2011 graduates, a couple from 2010, and then me, the lone 2009 person that decided to show up. I know a fair few who are currently in the 2011-2012 Titan Marching Band, so catching up with them was much more likely than 2011 graduates that never really wanted anything to do with me in the first place.
One of those 2011 graduates just happened to be my ex-boyfriend.
We saw each other, I know that much. I toyed with the thought of confronting him about what happened back in March, but in the end, like I always have, I kept everything to myself and focused my energy elsewhere.
This was not the place, nor the time for any sort of..."reconnection" with him.
He and I lingered near each other for brief periods of time, with me secretly catching glimpses of him, whereas he...well, I can only hope that he was doing the same.
As a human being, hope is an innate trait that consumes me--at times, I absolutely adore it, but during other times...it drives me insane.
I'm almost 100% positive that he'll never say anything to me. Why would he even want to speak to me in the first place?
And, I'm pretty sure that there's a new girl in the picture--he's an attractive and intelligent young kid with an extremely bright future ahead of him--what girl wouldn't want him?
My brothers and I seem to have been left in the dark...then again, my grandparents basically disowned four out of the seven grandchildren they have (my two brothers, our cousin Alex, and me), so what else is new?
At any rate, they'll proceed with memorial services of some sort and move on, continuing to live in denial about their lives.
Nothing I can do about that.
On a lighter note, the rest of my life seems to finally be getting itself in order; I'm noticing subtle signs about things and building my self-confidence. After all, a move to SoCal requires that one be fairly confident, yes?
I'm excited about the move, but also reasonably terrified at the same time. As I should be, I suppose--if I wasn't, I would just be foolish, wouldn't I?
The more people I see that I've had some sort of relationship with, the more I almost yearn to inform them, but at the same time, I think I'd rather have everyone find out AFTER everything is all said and done. Those who already know don't really seem that worked up about this massive change at all, therefore I don't see the point in telling any more of my former classmates.
I saw quite a few at the Lincoln High "LINKS" Marching Band Competition today--the majority were 2011 graduates, a couple from 2010, and then me, the lone 2009 person that decided to show up. I know a fair few who are currently in the 2011-2012 Titan Marching Band, so catching up with them was much more likely than 2011 graduates that never really wanted anything to do with me in the first place.
One of those 2011 graduates just happened to be my ex-boyfriend.
We saw each other, I know that much. I toyed with the thought of confronting him about what happened back in March, but in the end, like I always have, I kept everything to myself and focused my energy elsewhere.
This was not the place, nor the time for any sort of..."reconnection" with him.
He and I lingered near each other for brief periods of time, with me secretly catching glimpses of him, whereas he...well, I can only hope that he was doing the same.
As a human being, hope is an innate trait that consumes me--at times, I absolutely adore it, but during other times...it drives me insane.
I'm almost 100% positive that he'll never say anything to me. Why would he even want to speak to me in the first place?
And, I'm pretty sure that there's a new girl in the picture--he's an attractive and intelligent young kid with an extremely bright future ahead of him--what girl wouldn't want him?
Monday, October 3, 2011
Chapter 13
Ironic that this chapter's number is 13.
Brandon (my older brother) just called me. Unfortunately, this phone call was not one full of typical sibling conversation.
My Aunt Kathy and Great Aunt Loretta were killed in a car accident on Sunday, and we're just now finding out.
I'm upset (my eyes hurt from the crying)...unsure of what to do and who to call.
My family is extremely complicated--full of half and step-siblings, ex's, bitterness, dislike...you name it, I'm sure we have it.
Basically... don't know what to do.
I wish there was someone I could turn to right now.
Brandon (my older brother) just called me. Unfortunately, this phone call was not one full of typical sibling conversation.
My Aunt Kathy and Great Aunt Loretta were killed in a car accident on Sunday, and we're just now finding out.
I'm upset (my eyes hurt from the crying)...unsure of what to do and who to call.
My family is extremely complicated--full of half and step-siblings, ex's, bitterness, dislike...you name it, I'm sure we have it.
Basically... don't know what to do.
I wish there was someone I could turn to right now.
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