It's a bit funny, I suppose, the bigger the upheaval the less I think about it.
Work is all right. Can't tell too much after three days though the team I'll be working with seems to be full of adults rather then your normal run of the mill entitled whiners. I'm over the moon to have the job though I feel like my excitement is being subdued by the sore throat/flu thing that is fighting to make itself known. Given the recent string of awesome happenings I don't mind and can't even be annoyed with it.
The family is the same as much as it's different. The siblings are grown and seem to be caught between the brats I've always known and the people they are meant to be. It's easier to speak to my dad and my grandparents for that matter. I guess that's the benefit of having been away for so long. All the awkwardness, resentment and weird hang-ups can't stretch from one of the country to the other and have eroded over time. And I've grown older. A lot older.
This is not what I expected my life to be. Five year old Pope would be disappointed. I was supposed to veterinarian with my own house with enough money to go to Taco Bell every day.
Grown-up me is not disappointed. I finally appreciate my family and have connected with people whom I'm reluctant to call friend only because that word doesn't seem to properly convey the connections we share.
Annnnnd I'm officially done rambling.
Going to Disney World next month. Don't hesitate to speak up if you want a souvenir.
