I Accepted Boulder's Offer
Things are getting that "far-out, way-too-real" feeling.

I am excited, yes. Sure. Absolutely. It is going to be an exciting change for me- a bright new chapter, blah, blah, blah. But as one student said to me during me visit, "grad school brings up all your shit."

Yup, it does.

I have this fear, probably irrational, that when I leave home, bad things happen to my family and I can't get back to them. It's happened both times I've lived apart from the inmates at Camp Freak-a-Lot. So imagine my angst yesterday when I get a call from my mom- she's in the emergency room. Again.

My mom has random ailments and spells usually when she's traveling, but luckily she works at the hospital, so she's relatively well-versed and when she's at home, she gets rock-star treatment. But it certainly didn't make me feel warm and fuzzy about leaving her here to fend for herself, especially with Man still needing a kidney transplant and getting sicker every day. 

These are not older people- my mom is only 19 years older than I am...and I ain't old. But their frailties worry me- what if something happens while I'm taking my comps? At a conference?

I know, in real life, people deal with this stuff all the time. And I know there's nothing I can do to stop things from happening. But yesterday, as I booked my one-way flight to Denver in August, I felt like Alice sliding down the rabbit hole. Here. We. Go.