vaespoony

I went on a road trip with a friend from high school. She is leaving for the Peace Corp for two years and needed help cleaning out her college apartment in North Carolina, and being that I have had nothing to do other than play video games and rent movies since little kid school got out, I said I would accompany her. So we went to North Carolina. Then we drove to West Virginia to drop off all the stuff that we packed. It has been almost a week (and a much more pleasurable week than it would have been had I stayed home by myself) and although I have really enjoyed the trip, I'm excited about getting home and seeing my puppy who I have missed desperately. Despite that though, I am really really really dreading the 14 hour car trip that is about to ensue. I am headed sleep in a really comfortable bed to enjoy a heavy night's rest before the trip.

All sorts of shit hit the fan as soon as we arrived in North Carolina, and I came very close to having to fly to Miami at the last second to attend a cousin's funeral. Apparently she was doing a back flip off the diving board at a pool party and broke her neck and drown. She was a year younger than me, and it is really bizarre to hear about that happening. I saw a special on 20/20 about it when I was younger, but it seemed like one of those things that never really happened, but... apparently it does. I haven't seen her a lot since we were kids, but I feel like I should have gone down anyway. But I had a reprieve due to the insanity that followed her death. My family is fucked up, and although I realize that most people have fucked up families, I think mine takes the cake on this one. I called her younger sister today and had to leave an incredibly awkward voicemail telling her that I was sorry and thinking about her, and if she wanted someone to talk to, even though we barely know each other now, I was available. I hope she's ok. I don't think I would be.