Good-Bye

I began this blog in June of 2008 as an outlet to talk about my newly discovered passion, the MBTI personality types. It seems so long ago.

I have since embarked on a journey of getting an education. My passion shifted from being an MBTI enthusiast to starting (starting was the hardest part) and getting through college as quickly as possible. Now that I am nearing the end, I feel as though the finish will be somewhat anticlimactic. I'm sure by then, I will have come up with another new and "exciting" thing which will leave my husband shaking his head once again.

At any rate, this blog no longer seems to fit me. I've tried to do many things with it, I've stretched it beyond what it was intended to be, and I've tried my best to keep it going as long as I could.

But quite honestly, I think we're done. It's time to say good-bye. Thank you for the memories. :)

*sniffle*

Being Interested Can Be the Greatest Gift

We were preparing to move to America. I was 12 years old. My grandmother, who had raised me exclusively from age 1 to 6 and intermittently after that, asked me if I wanted to go take a look at her new apartment where she will reside upon our departure. Without a second thought, I told her no, I had plans to hang out with friends. She did not ask me again. A month later, my parents, my brother, my sister, and I boarded a giant airplane headed for the U.S. I never got to see my grandmother's apartment. Two years later, she passed away.

I often try to imagine in my mind where and how she lived after we left. But I cannot see it. I have no memory of it, because I didn't bother to take an interest in the person that I loved the most and whose love I took for granted. It is one of my biggest regrets.

Today, I asked my kids if they would like to go look at my university campus where I will be spending much of my time for the next two years. Without a second thought, they said, no, they had other important and more interesting things to do.

Now I sit here wondering if my grandmother was as disappointed as I am now... and if my actions indicated to her that I had no interest in knowing any details about her life.




This song keeps playing in my head...