It is time for a huge update. Right now, I am blogging from my parent's house. I got news on Friday night that my father's cousin died. This man took care of me a lot as a child and was constantly around. When my parents went on vacation, he and his wife often watched us on their farm in Iowa. So, the funeral is this week and I took off work to make the six hour trip home.
I left Saturday after work to drive to KVille to see a play. It was definitely the best theatre that I have seen in years. Wonderful performances and a wonderful set. It was a very pleasurable experience. I went to the Dukum to have drinks after the play to see a professor and see who I would run into. It was fun to see a lot of people but it gets old telling people the same story to the same question over and over. "What are you doing these days?"
After the Dukum, I went to the cast party to see all the theatre kids. This party was soooo different from any party we threw in college. None of the underclassmen knew who I was. They hadn't heard stories about me at all. It was shocking. The professors were all fun and all the upperclassmen were very excited. I am glad that I got to see all the kids before they graduated. I even got to participate in a pledge ceremony for the theatrical society that I belong to.
I got lost on the way home. It was dark and I must have missed my turn somewhere. I ended up almost in Iowa not knowing how to get to where I needed to be. I was already very stressed out and almost had a panic attack when a bunny ran in front of the car.
This morning, my mother woke me up to tell me that my great-grandmother had fallen and broken her leg (possibly hip) and would be having surgery today. She is extremely old and senile. She doesn't recognize anyone and told us that her leg hurt and she was probably going to die. She told most everyone that they had gotten fat and that her suitcase was stolen.
I don't even know what else is going to happen while I'm here. I feel like I need to get back as soon as I can. This place is driving me crazy by the minute. The boy from D.C. already texted me to see what I was doing this week. I feel out of place and not like myself.