Done with classes for Fall Quarter! even had a two week supersmashup class, crammed my ass off and now I'm done!
Working off the time before I head to Alaska. Yes Alaska; born and raised, and drawn back there by family once again.
What is it about family that is so fucking terrible in the way that makes you not want to go home?
-Is it the obligation you feel to spend every last waking minute? because I have friends all over the city and state that I'd like to see, but when family calls, you better have your priorities straight.
I think it is the obligation. You can miss your family and want to spend time with them but when you feel obligated to spend time with them you dread it, or at least I do, no matter how long it's been since I've seen them. I don't like the pressure that comes with family visits, the pressure that is nonexistant in visits with friends, even the closest friends. But I'll still make my time, see my friends.
Now I'm just dreading the flight. Supposed to snow almost all weekend here in Chicago, or at least some form of preceipitation, which will royaly Fuck O'Hare. If I make it back to AK less than 2 hours late it will be a blessing...
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