it's been a while, so ill just hit the important stuff.
Russ, Sarcis Dad, died a week ago (Tuesday the 28th). i got a call in the afternoon, and by Wednesday morning was on a plane home. the school was really helpful and understanding, especially considering were mid-production right now, and im quite grateful for that. arrived Wednesday night and was mauled at-first-sight, and spent a wonderful evening just talking to her and letting her cry and vent.
Thursday was the memorial service, and though i knew that Russ was an amazing man and well-loved, i had no idea how great his influence was throughout his community. i was truly moved. afterwards a group of us went to Applebees to eat, and that was cool. it was nice to meet and hang with Sarcis family and closest friends, especially the Fabulous Five (or whatever theyre calling themselves nowadays). that night we got drunk and stuff.
Friday was the burial, private. more tears, more closure, what could be expected besides? spent the night just chillin with Sarci and Tricia, which was nice.
The weekend all kinda blurs together. Sarcis family all headed home, the Columbia disaster occurred, we spent some good hours and days just being together, talked a lot, my parents and brother came in Saturday, met Sarcis mom and Cameron and stuff. saw em again on Sunday for lunch, that was nice too. i dunno, nothing huge happened per se, but it was just... good in every respect.
i dunno what really is goin on right now at all, as transatlantic travel tends to bleed one day into another. Monday and Tuesday, as such seem to be one and the same in my memory. i know Monday was rather up and down emotionally for me, dizzying highs and terrifying lows, and not much else. slept most of the plane ride, and then today returned to classes at long last, which was nice. tonights been low-key: i treated myself to a nice dinner and have been reading a lot, and im probably gonna give Sarci a ring here soon and go to bed early.
my mood right now is so odd though... maybe its the jetlag, but... the 5 days i spent in Lexington were incredible, barring the reason why i was there, but now, being here again... i dunno, im just... emotionally queasy, nervous, weirded out. somethings... off, and i cant place what, and its bothering me. is it just that horrible blast of homesickness that always tends to hit me during the first few days back here, all coming on at once? is it some deep soul-knowledge of something wrong, like the gut feeling during lunch one week ago today? is it just some faint hint of illness? i dunno, and i guess i should stop worrying about it, because i cant know. im... scared, though. and its scarier that i dont know why.
Russ, Sarcis Dad, died a week ago (Tuesday the 28th). i got a call in the afternoon, and by Wednesday morning was on a plane home. the school was really helpful and understanding, especially considering were mid-production right now, and im quite grateful for that. arrived Wednesday night and was mauled at-first-sight, and spent a wonderful evening just talking to her and letting her cry and vent.
Thursday was the memorial service, and though i knew that Russ was an amazing man and well-loved, i had no idea how great his influence was throughout his community. i was truly moved. afterwards a group of us went to Applebees to eat, and that was cool. it was nice to meet and hang with Sarcis family and closest friends, especially the Fabulous Five (or whatever theyre calling themselves nowadays). that night we got drunk and stuff.
Friday was the burial, private. more tears, more closure, what could be expected besides? spent the night just chillin with Sarci and Tricia, which was nice.
The weekend all kinda blurs together. Sarcis family all headed home, the Columbia disaster occurred, we spent some good hours and days just being together, talked a lot, my parents and brother came in Saturday, met Sarcis mom and Cameron and stuff. saw em again on Sunday for lunch, that was nice too. i dunno, nothing huge happened per se, but it was just... good in every respect.
i dunno what really is goin on right now at all, as transatlantic travel tends to bleed one day into another. Monday and Tuesday, as such seem to be one and the same in my memory. i know Monday was rather up and down emotionally for me, dizzying highs and terrifying lows, and not much else. slept most of the plane ride, and then today returned to classes at long last, which was nice. tonights been low-key: i treated myself to a nice dinner and have been reading a lot, and im probably gonna give Sarci a ring here soon and go to bed early.
my mood right now is so odd though... maybe its the jetlag, but... the 5 days i spent in Lexington were incredible, barring the reason why i was there, but now, being here again... i dunno, im just... emotionally queasy, nervous, weirded out. somethings... off, and i cant place what, and its bothering me. is it just that horrible blast of homesickness that always tends to hit me during the first few days back here, all coming on at once? is it some deep soul-knowledge of something wrong, like the gut feeling during lunch one week ago today? is it just some faint hint of illness? i dunno, and i guess i should stop worrying about it, because i cant know. im... scared, though. and its scarier that i dont know why.