Updates

It’s been a while since I’ve made a “personal” post, so here goes:

I no longer have my own place, as I’ve moved in with my parents. This is actually going pretty well. My mom and I have come to a much deeper understanding of each other, and we no longer fight like we once did. As a result, my stress levels have gone waaaaay down because I’m not afraid to talk to her about things (and I’m pretty sure she’d say EXACTLY the same thing!)

In other, bigger news, I’ve been accepted into one of the state’s best Library Science programs, and I’m honestly shocked how happy I am there. The teachers treat us (the students) as fucking adults. At NCSU I was often shocked how little the professors trusted us. Put your computer away! Let me see the doctor’s note! PAY ATTENTION! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU???”

The work I’ve been doing in the MLIS program has given me much to think about though, and I’ll be trying to order my thoughts into a couple of coherent entries over the course of the next couple days. Thanks for reading!

Faith and Family

My younger niece was christened today at the local Episcopal Church. Funny thing is, her parents (my sister and brother-in-law) are both atheists. They attend to please my grandmother, who is a devout Christian, as was my grandfather. I will say that it does please my grandmommy to no end to have not only her son and his wife (my parents), but also grandchild and now great-grandchildren to fill an entire pew around her, when for so long, she did not have that support.

The service itself was perfect. There was no other way to describe it. I was frankly surprised by the amount of energy it raised, because as a former Catholic, I still can’t shake the view of Episcopalianism as “Diet Catholicism.” (For pity’s sake, this church has an altar rail!). The energy actually knocked me off balance and made me dizzy. This of course means that I’m now terrified of what would happen should I go to an actual Catholic Mass where Communion is being taken…

My Mom Gets It

So I’ve been having a super shitty week. Normally I can bounce back from the kind of things that’ve been happening, but not this time. So I ended up on the phone to my mom, in absolute meltdown mode. After she calms me down, she sighs. “It’s really my fault,” she tells me. “I let your candle go out and didn’t light another one.”