So yes, I have been uncommunicative. Manners dictate I should apologize for this, but really, I am not that troubled by it. I find, more and more, I relish the occasions when I disconnect/unplug/etc. from our now-normal existence of 24 hour communication. Unfortunately, there are those that do not appreciate my lack of response, if the volume of missed calls and text messages I have received lately are any indication.
A question on this. I feel that if a person calls but does not leave a voice message, then the call was not that important and it is not my responsibility to return a phone call simply because I noticed a person tried to contact me. Am I correct in this thinking, or does the responsibility lie with with me regardless the fact the caller did not make it known a returned call is appreciated and/or necessary?
My time at home has been nice, if not exciting. I spend most of my time pleasure reading and petting my cat. I did make the trip to Chicago with Mom to rescue Marshall and Sarah, but other than that have been staying close to home. Christmas came and went with very little fanfare this year, and I suspect New Year's will be the same. I struggled a bit with how spiritless our Christmas was, given my overall seasonal spirit was very strong only weeks ago. I suppose I am growing up a bit; I just hope that does not mean the magic and wonder of the holidays I felt as a child must go away.
I spent some time this past week, while we were all under one roof again, trying to figure out my new place in our family. With Justin and Marshall both married and more focused on their own family, and Mom still ruling as the matriarch but also letting go a bit more each day, I find myself wondering just where I fit in. I no longer quite fit the little sister role, nor the baby child role, but with no significant other to count as my family, and with emerging as a full-fledged adult as my school days draw to a close, I do not seem to fit anywhere at the moment. It is a scary and lonely place I am at, and I pray this stage of my life does not last too long.
Friday I will head back to Chicago and prepare for my final semester. Although school will not resume until January 12, my job picks back up on the 5th and I have plenty of Capstone requirements to take care of during my down week. I will only have class on Monday evenings this semester, for which I am grateful. I have never been a fan of losing my entire day to work and my entire evening to school. I know, as I begin in earnest searching for jobs, those jobs that will allow my nights and weekends are more attractive.
On the school note, thanks to a last minute altering of a grade scale, I actually ended up with 3 A's this past semester. Thank goodness! Unless everything falls apart with my Capstone, I am set to graduate May 8, 2009 at 10 am CST.
There is not much else to report. It has been a blissfully quite few weeks which hopefully serve me well as I return to my big-city life.
I hope you all had a happy holiday season.
Love!
~g
1 comment:
I agree - if someone calls and doesn't leave any indication as to why, I assume that it wasn't important and let it go.
Of course that also goes in line with the fact that one of my biggest pet peeves is the people who have to know fucking everything about everyone who try to call them. Returning every missed phone call and demanding to know why, how, from where, in regards to what, how they know them, what high school they went to, what kind of car they drive, the tire pressure of all 4 tires in said car, how many living relatives they have and what's their current relationship status with each and every single one... etc.
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