remember that time when i ran away from my grandparents over Christmas break because yet another one of my cousins was getting married to a guy she had know less than a year. and her father announced the impending engagment well before it was planned to go down?
well at the time the only way i could make my exit swiftly was to promise to be back for spring break.
well here i am, those 4 months moved quickly and i am back at re&yo’s. ALONE. ALL ALONE. that’s right i am spending 9 days alone with my 75 year old grandparents.
that means 9 days of Fox news, 9 days of defending my lifestyle (being 26 and unmarried with no viable prospects), 9 days of defending what i spend my money on, 9 days of pure JOY.
it also means that i get back to my house sunday night which gives me like 5 hours to pack before i have to move down the hall. anxiety at an all time HIGH.
so how does one cope with 9 days of re&yo PLUS high anxiety and no xanax? ill tell you…
90 year old’s surprise birthday party. i’m 26. the youngest couple there has been married for 28 years. everyone was very impressed that i was a teacher and that i was in fact 26. granted i had just driven for 9 hours and not washed my hair but still…
then my ordeal was compared with all the pets re&yo had lost and other family members. clearly my trauma was lost on my lovely g-rents. oh yes and i cried (time #1)
1 hour conversation about weddings. A. i am not getting married. B. i dont have a bf or a finance. C. i don’t have to be married to be happy.
so why did we talk about this for so long. FUCK if i know. i then had to defend my ideas of weddings and why i can justify going to a high school friends wedding on a Saturday but not a family members on a Friday.
you may remember that i REFUSE to go to any wedding on a Friday that is not a national holiday, out of town weddings on friday nights are selfish and gauche. it makes your attendees take a day off of work. i am a huge fan of flying in on saturday morning flying out sunday morning and will do this for any wedding i am invited to. CAN’T do this if your wedding is on a friday. grandma does not approve of these views and we had a tif (cry #2).
later in the car:
g-ma: “how does it feel to almost be done with your first year of teaching?”
me: “like i have 29 more left until i can retire”
g-ma: “well if you every got married you could quit. i got married at 20 and never worked a day”
me: silently sobs (cry #3)