If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I had an absolutely lovely long weekend at my grandparent’s house down in their small town in Iowa. My mom, brother, and I left on Saturday morning; we had a lovely day with Grandma, going into town and visiting all the small shops on Main Street, a ritual we have whenever we go down to visit. On Sunday, my mom and brother left; given that I currently don’t have a job and wanted a few extra days visiting, I stayed. Part of the reasons for our visit (besides spending quality time with family) was to get my car, which my grandpa–a retired pilot–stored in his airplane hanger while I was abroad. With my car, I could stay in Iowa as long as I pleased and didn’t need to go back with my mom and brother. So, I spent the next couple days mostly hanging out with Grandma, exploring some places that were new to me while also visiting old favorites in the area. It was wonderful. If you haven’t noticed, Grandpa is glaringly absent from any tales of visiting my grandparent’s. That’s because my grandpa prefers to spend most of his time in his hanger or the garage doing whatever retired pilots do in their free time. He’s a tried and true introvert, if there ever was one.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that nothing productive in terms of job searching happened while at Grandma’s. The most productive thing I accomplished while there was collaboratively finishing a crossword puzzle with Grandma. I’ve gotten back into the swing of applications since being back, though, and am confident that something will come along in time. I really don’t give a hoot about what kind of job I get–I’m applying to all different sorts of things. I just want to move to Washington D.C. and have an income. The income part will certainly be nice, given that I haven’t received a paycheck since the beginning of March. If nothing comes up, I intend to just get up and move to D.C. and continue my job search there–it’ll undoubtedly be easier to find a job as a local candidate.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my grandfather on my dad’s side passed away this last weekend (the Iowa grandparents are my mom’s parents). It’s very strange. I was never particularly close to my dad’s dad and don’t particularly feel like I ever had a relationship with him, so I wouldn’t say I’m grieving…but it’s still strange when this person whom you’ve known for your entire life is all the sudden not there anymore. I’m sad for my dad and his siblings more than I’m sad for myself. That said, it came as no surprise. My grandfather was 95 and in very poor health. He was living in a hospice for the past month or so, and everyone knew the end was near. The funeral is on Monday, which I’m sure will be an emotional experience, regardless–he was my grandfather after all and I’ve been known in the past for crying profusely at funerals.
On a brighter note, if we were having coffee, I’d tell you that Amelia and I are meeting up this afternoon for our own coffee share. I’m really excited. We’ve met in person countless times before, given that we went to the same university, shared a major (English), and graduated in the same class. That said, we’ve never actually taken the time to meet up or put any effort into spending time together, despite the fact that we communicate often in the blogosphere. Given that we both have recently returned from exciting times abroad, we though it might be fun to get together and share stories.
If we were having coffee, I’d be ready to pass it off to you–and I’d ask if you have anything to share over coffee.
This post is part of the Weekend Coffee Share link up at Part Time Monster