So, I made it back to Seattle just in time to witness an epic snowstorm. Apparently Capitol Hill doesn’t rank highly on important neighborhoods to the city because it’s still a giant pain in the ass to get off of my street. As I trekked out to Gig Harbor yesterday to spend Christmas with the family, I managed to get stuck going DOWNHILL. Thankfully someone pitied me trying to dig the tires out with an ice scraper and pushed me out.
As always, the holidays have been a bit dicey. I found out that while I was in Denmark my Grandpa was diagnosed with stage IIIa lung cancer and had his second chemo treatment on Christmas eve. Cancer is always a bitch to deal with, but when it rains down on a man who has basically been a father to you, it feels like a sucker punch. He’s dealing with it like a trooper, so I guess I have to as well.
New Years Eve should be a lot better, ushering in a new chapter of my life. Drew and I will be making the harrowing drive up from the Bay Area with some of his stuff in a van, so think happy thoughts for us. Also, think happy thoughts for clear roads as I have to be back in class the morning of January 5th.
Anyway, I would’ve hoped for a more eloquent and thought-proving update, but my feet are a bit numb and my mind is currently a bit blown by a very welcomed blast from the past, so I’ll post more when I come down.
Too lazy and too cold
So, I made it back to Seattle just in time to witness an epic snowstorm. Apparently Capitol Hill doesn’t rank highly on important neighborhoods to the city because it’s still a giant pain in the ass to get off of my street. As I trekked out to Gig Harbor yesterday to spend Christmas with the family, I managed to get stuck going DOWNHILL. Thankfully someone pitied me trying to dig the tires out with an ice scraper and pushed me out.
As always, the holidays have been a bit dicey. I found out that while I was in Denmark my Grandpa was diagnosed with stage IIIa lung cancer and had his second chemo treatment on Christmas eve. Cancer is always a bitch to deal with, but when it rains down on a man who has basically been a father to you, it feels like a sucker punch. He’s dealing with it like a trooper, so I guess I have to as well.
New Years Eve should be a lot better, ushering in a new chapter of my life. Drew and I will be making the harrowing drive up from the Bay Area with some of his stuff in a van, so think happy thoughts for us. Also, think happy thoughts for clear roads as I have to be back in class the morning of January 5th.
Anyway, I would’ve hoped for a more eloquent and thought-proving update, but my feet are a bit numb and my mind is currently a bit blown by a very welcomed blast from the past, so I’ll post more when I come down.