Monday, July 7, 2008

Trip to Hilton Head

So apparently I freaked out for nothing.  Josef's parents didn't bother me as much as I thought that they would.  His grandmother got in a few comments about how she wouldn't go to our wedding ceremony next year if we had it in the Northeast rather than the Midwest, but even that didn't bother me as much as it normally would have.  I've learned that no one pays any attention to her, and anyway, I know that she'll end up coming because she goes wherever Josef's parents go, and so it'll be fun to rub it in her face that she's in the Northeast when she does come to our wedding.  Mwahahaha!

Overall we had a good time.  I really like Josef's sister and brother, and we scored some new clothes.  Josef's parents took us to an outlet mall and bought us business clothing.  Normally I would have NEVER let them pay for something like that, but we're totally broke and I literally have three shirts to wear with suits and Josef needed a few more suits, so it was either let them pay for the stuff, or put in on credit.

While I was in Hilton Head I talked to my father on the phone.  Perhaps sometime I will get into his back story [it's long, complicated, and sordid].  It's too complicated to get into all of it now, but basically my father has stopped focusing negative attention on me, and now has decided that he needs to save my half-brother.  [My father had a child with a woman named Vicki.  My brother's 8 years younger than I am.  Since my father and Vicki broke up, my mother and Vicki have become best friends, and so they talk every day.  I see my brother more often through my mother hanging out with Vicki than through my father].  Well, I don't know what's worse - my father deciding that he hates me - or deciding that he's going to save my brother, who he is convinced has an autism spectrum disorder.  He doesn't.  My poor brother.  Apparently, my brother's going to be staying with my father for a week this month before he goes off to college.  It'll be interesting to see how that goes.  I refuse to visit my father anymore.

In other news, it turns out my mother needs a pacemaker.  She's had heart problems for years, but her heart keeps stopping for 2-3 seconds at a time even while taking the heart medication, and so now they need to put in a pacemaker.  She also just found out that the school that she runs is closing down.  So now she's looking for another job and she's decided that she's going to move back to the Northeast so that she can live near me [and anyway, she misses it there too - she currently lives in Florida].  Well, now that she needs to have surgery, she thinks [and I agree] that it would be best if she took a few months off working to recuperate from her surgery - especially since she'll be getting unemployment anyway.  So, she's going to come and stay with Josef and I for 3-6 months.  Luckily we got a 2 bedroom apartment so we have room for her, but this ought to be interesting.  I love my mother a lot.  She really tries her best, and she raised me entirely on her own.  However, she has an ability to annoy me like no other.  I was so relieved when I went off to college.  When we lived together for my 3rd and 4th years of college, however, we got along just fine, so I'm crossing my fingers.  I'm just thankful that Josef, as usual, is being completely supportive.  He's such a wonderful man!

We sold almost all of our furniture here [and made approx $1800!].   All we have left is the couch.  Last night we slept on the floor.  We move on Monday.  I'm looking forward to getting to our new apartment and buying new furniture.  I'm not looking forward to driving up there and taking the bar exam.

I keep having waves of depression.  I think that's because (1) it's almost that time of the month and hormonal changes really affect me, and (2) there's so much upheaval with us moving.  I've also been really worried about my mother's health.  I'm hoping that I stop feeling depressed once we get to the Northeast.  I haven't had any serious bouts of depression since undergrad, and I'd like to keep it that way.  Usually if I just let myself feel my feelings, but at the same time don't let myself completely succumb to them, I'm just fine.  I fear the way I'm going to be when I'm pregnant.  Luckily that won't be for a little while yet. 

I'll keep you updated.