And again… I managed to neglect this blog.
Things have been really hard lately. I’ve never been so challenged as I have the past several months. After my uncle killed himself, my grandmother died. And then her body was looted and all her jewelry (wedding ring included) stolen. My brother’s friend overdosed on heroin, and I’ve never been so desperate to rally around my family as I have this semester.
We’re a unique bunch…Never confused for some 1950s model family, but we work well together. We balance each other in an intricate way, and are never lacking in love. Needless to say, I’ve been homesick; there’s something terrible about grieving alone 3,000 miles away from my family. But I’m trying to take care of myself (with the help of a supportive group of friends).
I recently made several calls looking for a therapist, and am meeting with various people to find the right “fit.” I also quit my internship at Latitude because I just don’t have the time or energy to perform well. I’m sleeping more (and by that I mean all the time. I could sleep for 12 hours straight every night), and drinking more tea. I even went to the gym yesterday.
I’m also seeking art. My boyfriend dragged me into the MFA the other day, but I’ve been dancing and singing (and heck, even writing) more. There’s something about art and beauty and the aesthetics of it all that I’m inevitably drawn to.
I was seriously considering my co-op opportunity in San Diego, because it would provide me my last opportunity to live at home. I could support my father, and pick up groceries, and jacuzzi and tan. I could wear shorts in February. But then I stumbled upon this quote…