Okay so yesterday the craziest thing happened. When Tom and I went on vacation, I ended up getting a teapot at some random flea market / antique place because I love collecting them. Yesterday, my mom and I went up to my grandma’s to look through some things to see if there was anything we wanted before they have a garage sale / sell the house. My dad mentioned there was a teapot that I should look at because it might have been from when my grandpa was in the army and he picked it up. So I see this teapot and freak out. It was the SAME ONE I just bought except a little bigger. How absoultely insane is that? I mean, really what are the chances of me buying something two weeks before, 350 miles from home, in some random store, thrown among junk? That’s definintely been weighing on my mind a lot.
Some other goodies I found were: my grandma’s wedding hat (from 1939), a picture of my grandpa in the army dated on my birthday but in 1942, my grandma’s watch her mom gave her when she graduated highschool (from about 1935), all of the letters my grandpa sent my grandma and aunt when he was in the army, and a letter the army sent my grandma saying he was in the hospital and things didn’t look good. Which, obviously things turned out good because he lived to be almost 91 years old.
I was doing okay last night, but once I laid down I just started crying. It hurts to think of my grandparents being there for all 17 and 21 years of my life and then just, not being there. My grandpa died 3 months before I graduated highschool, and my grandma passed away a month and a half ago so she won’t get to see me graduate college or get married. I know I’m INCREDIBLY lucky to have had them for so long, especially with them already being up there in years when I was born (my grandpa was 73 and my grandma 69). But, it’s still hard dealing with it. It’s taken me almost 4 years to come to terms (for the most part) with my grandpa passing away, and now I have to go through everything again with my grandma. It makes me nervous, with how upset I am over them dying, what will I do when my parents go? Or Tom?
On another note, I’ve really been having a hard time dealing with life in general. I have an appointment the first week of July to see a therapist. My social anxiety is starting to take over my life as well as depression. I really don’t want to go into too many details now, but I really hope this therapist helps me out before the fall semester starts back up again.
In completely unreleated news. I believe I’m going to have to take my MacBook Pro back to the Apple store. My battery will get to about 80% power (when not plugged in, obviously) and then just shut down and won’t turn back on. From the few articles I’ve read online, it seems that it’s just a default battery. Other than that though, it runs awesome still!