I guess I blinked

It seems like it was just yesterday when my three siblings and I were all attending Holy Infant Catholic School at the same time. Now, the four of us are at a point in our lives where we are all doing different things. Time is so weird.

Everything will be dramatically changing this summer. My oldest sister, Kellie, has decided to quit her job as an elementary teacher and join the Peace Corps. She’ll be moving to Figi in August and she won’t be coming home for two and a half years. While I admire her ability to do something like this, I can’t say that I’m totally thrilled about it, but I know that if this is what she truly wants to do then I have to support her decision and be happy for her. My other older sister, Keri, is graduating college in May and then moving to Colorado for her job. She majored in hospitality and management, so she’s getting a management job at some vacation hotel. I know how much she loves Colorado so I think that this is going to be really good for her. Her personality and spirit belongs in a place like Colorado, so this is definitely what she’s supposed to be doing. I’ll be going to college this summer too, and while Mizzou’s not too far away from home it’s still going to be a big adjustment especially since my sisters will also be in completely different places. My family has always lived in the same place, we’ve never even moved houses. And now all at once we are all relocating. My younger brother is still in high school so he’s not going anywhere and I can’t imagine how he feels about all of his siblings leaving at the same time. My parents are trying their best to be happy for Kellie’s Peace Corps decision but obviously they have a lot of concerns and fears the same way any parent would. They’re excited for Keri because they’ve always known that she wanted to live somewhere like Colorado. As for me, I am feeling a lot of different ways. I don’t know how I am going to cope with Kellie being so far away and having very little contact with her, she’s always been my safety net. She’s taught me everything I know so far, and I know that I will need her when I’m a freshman in college. I’ll still have Keri, but her and I have a different relationship than Kellie and I. When it comes to Keri, she’s all about tough love. She will tell you like it is whether you want it that way or not. A lot of times, her honesty comes off as insulting and ridiculing so I’ve just learned to turn to Kellie who is much more sensitive and nurturing about other people’s problems.

I have about six more months with all of my siblings living in the same place as me. I know it’s going to fly by. I don’t want it to. Is this called moving on and growing up? If so I don’t think I want to grow up anymore.

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Lives change like the weather

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The weekend’s weather made me very very happy.

I usually hate warm weather but for some reason it is all I want lately. I’m definitely a winter kind of person, but this winter has been particularly brutal. Maybe it’s because I have been comparing it to last winter when things were different with my life or maybe it’s just me growing as a person and developing new preferences. Either way, I’m so ready for spring. I’ll turn 18 this spring, I’ll be graduating this spring, I’ll be getting ready for lots and lots of new beginnings this spring. I am excited. I am hopeful.

Hank looks so happy in this photo which makes me so happy. LOOK AT HIM!

Can I get one medium hazelnut coffee with JUST A LITTLE cream and sugar???

NO snow day? NO late start at LEAST?! What is this absurdity?! I woke up to see my street untouched by snow plows and flurries still falling down. I’m not one to blame my bad driving on anyone other than myself, but I was not ready to make my way down Manchester and Clarkson in the snow. I have an SUV with 4 wheel drive but that doesn’t stop me from slipping and sliding and almost rear-ending other people when the weather is like this. My brother and I left our house at 7:45 and didn’t get into the parking lot until 8:45. THAT IS AN ENTIRE HOUR. Being stuck in the car with my 15-year-old brother early in the morning was not very ideal, but I did get to hear all about freshman drama, so that was sort of interesting except not really. Also I heard that the French field trip for today has been canceled due to the weather. I guess it was safe enough for us students to drive to school early this morning when traffic was insane and snow was still falling but it’s not safe enough to go on that field trip. (HUH?) It’s Tuesday. People are annoying. My room is messy. I’m feeling a little hangry.

older sisters aren’t nice sometimes

It seems like when it comes to choosing family over friends, I’ve always gone with family. I mean, shouldn’t that be the obvious choice?

My oldest sister, Kellie, is 24. She’s very mature and professional, she’s always been that way. She has been my go-to girl for pretty much everything I need some advice on or help with for as long as I can remember. Unfortunately, she has become a notorious flaker. She says she will do one thing, but in the back of her mind she already knows she has no intention of following through with it.

Two weeks ago I called her and asked if she would be able to help me out with something for one hour this Saturday. (I learned early on that if you need her for something, ask her far in advance.) She told me she’d be able to come over (She has her own place) and help me out, no problem. I foolishly believed her even though I had plenty of reasons to question her promise. I sent her a reminder text on Monday saying, “Don’t forget about Saturday please!!! :)” And she replied with, “I won’t forget, don’t worry!” So I thought that I had nothing to worry about this time with her. Last night I found out that I thought wrong. I texted her, “So you’ll come over at noon on Saturday? I only need your help for an hour or so” and Kellie said, “OMG! I’m sorry I can’t come over anymore! I’m going out at 8 a.m. for Mardi Gras festivities! Hope everything works out though!” EXCUSE ME?

First of all, it’s not the fact that she won’t be around to help me, it’s the fact that I asked her WEEKS ago and she agreed, up until she found better plans to party. I wish I could say that this is the first time she’s blown me off for her friends, but it’s not. This happens all the time with her. To me, picking your friends over your family is so unacceptable I can’t even begin to understand what she’s thinking. Maybe it’s just me being hypersensitive, or maybe it’s just Kellie being selfish. I get that she’s in her 20s and she’s having a fun time, but that doesn’t seem like a valid excuse to ditch me, her younger sister who just needed her help for a little while. I wasn’t asking for much from her. I asked her to help me for an hour, but all I got was familiar disappointment and hurt feelings.

I would never even think twice about putting my family before my Mardi Gras partying schedule, but I guess everyone is entitled to make their own wrong decisions…