The time has finally come (even though I hoped it never would) … this week my sister is getting married. Now don’t think that I don’t want her to get married … because I do. I totally approve of her fiance, he is rather great, and I believe that he will make an excellent addition to our family (especially since he proofreads my internship and finance papers). What I am not looking forward to is what will come after the wedding, or the day after to be exact. The newly (and happily) married couple will be moving … to Albuquerque, New Mexico.
Now I’m used to not living super close to my sister, because ever since she graduated from high school, we have always lived at least an hour apart. Here is the breakdown of where we have lived … and when:
- 2004 – She went to school at Indiana Wesleyan, while I started high school. We lived about 3.5-4 hours apart.
- 2005-2008 – She went to school at the University of Evansville (where she met John, her fiance) while I went to high school, making us about an hour apart.
- 2008-2010 – She went to Grad School at St. Louis University, while I started at Butler. We were about 4 hours apart.
- 2010-Present – She lived in Bloomington, IL, while I went to Butler, so we were about 3.5 hours apart.
So, as you can see, we have been slowly but surely moving farther away from each other over the last 7 years or so … but now she is making the big move to New Mexico … a daunting 20 hour drive from Indiana. Even though we don’t always get along, and we don’t see eye to eye on quite a few things, I’m going to miss her. I’m going to miss her so much that every time I think about her leaving, I get outrageously sad, and I may or may not tear up…..or sob. So, my goal for this week is to somehow become calloused enough that I won’t be a disgusting uncontrollable mess at the wedding and on Sunday before she leaves. I’m thinking of just watching gory action movies all week long … in the hopes that I’ll somehow start to think and act like every super tough character that never cries. Maybe??
- My sister, Natalie, and I at her bachelorette party …
Every 4th of July for the past 5 years or so, we have went to a big family party at my Aunt Cheryl & Uncle Stu’s house. In that time, this gathering has grown from about 15-20 close family members on each side to more people that I could even count (my Dad says around 75-80 people were there). This includes my family, my Uncle’s family, and my Aunt & Uncle’s friends, basically making for a great group of people, and the best 4th of July celebration in southern Indiana.
Even though I love all of the people that were there, what might be even better is the amazing spread of food that we had. Everyone brings at least one covered dish, so we had homemade noodles, baked beans, homemade pesto, pulled pork, and too many other amazingly delicious things to mention. I may or may not have made more than three trips through the lines of food…and yes…I did say lines. There was the dessert area, the drink area (arguably the most important…thanks to the best sweet tea on the planet that is made by both my Aunt Carol and Aunt Cheryl), the appetizer area, and the regular food area. I’m starving just thinking about all of the deliciousness…(I would have taken a photo of all of this, but I was too busy eating…my apologies.)
After we ate, we sat around and chatted like we always do. The only thing that my family likes to more than eat is talk…and we had so much to catch up on with my sister’s wedding coming up, my internship at Vera Bradley, and since my cousin, Amy, is pregnant! (My family loves small children as well.) Once it got dark enough outside, we all ventured out to the backyard, where my cousins and my Uncle Stu put on the best fireworks display this side of the Mississippi. There may or may not have been a small competition going on between their display and the neighbors across the street…but there is obviously no question as to who won that competition….Uncle Stu is a fireworks genius.
This photo doesn't even begin to resemble how great the fireworks were.
Why can’t the 4th of July be every day???
One of my favorite things to do that I don’t get to do enough at college is go home. Over the last 3 years I have become entirely too busy for my own good…so busy that I rarely have time to go home to visit my friends and family. But this past weekend was Easter, so I made time to go home to celebrate the holiday and visit. The only problem with this is that as soon as I got back, I had a paper and a project due on Monday, and then another project due on Tuesday. And, as if that wasn’t enough….I had meetings each night from the time I was done with class (around 4) until 11 p.m. So, I didn’t get much sleep over the last few days….and things that could be put off were put off. One of those things was unpacking from being at home. This is always my least favorite thing to do when I get back, because I have the stuff that I took home just to use (clothes, toiletries, homework, etc.) and usually I have laundry, since I am too cheap to do most of my laundry at school.
What the big idea of this story is….I got back to school from home on Sunday night….it is now Wednesday night….and I just unpacked my large duffel and my laundry bag. This is rather pathetic….because over the last few days I have done everything I could to not unpack these bags…including barely getting ready each day so I don’t have to pull out all of my primping supplies….and I even left my laundry in my car until last night, since I didn’t even want to look at it yet. And, to further explain how sad my life is…I really should have unpacked my laundry as soon as I got back to school….because not all of my laundry was completely dry when I left. So I was just wishing and hoping that it wouldn’t smell funny when I opened the bag today. (btw…it didn’t smell…SCORE!)
So to conquer the unproductive side of my life that was keeping me from being a real person….I put everything….everything….that was sitting in the room without a real place to go in the middle of the room. This is what it looked like…
My mountain of stuff....
Then I started making piles of everything….and I put clothes on hangers…I put binders in their places….and slowly but surely…I regained control of my life. This is what the area looks like now…
I hope you all have enjoyed this little trip into my disgustingly busy life….because it is a pretty legitimate preview of what finals could/will end up like. We will see….