( 9:20 AM ) teahouse
Red Stick
Well, I'm back again!
Geez, sounds like I've been saying a lot lately. Honestly, I'm not a jet-setter. But I have been out of town more than usual this month.
My week at home was anything but relaxing. We sold the cars, all of the furniture, donated boxes to charity, even had a garage sale and got rid of a bunch of household stuff.
My dad yelled at everyone because he was stressed. My mom sat around looking dazed and zoned out. My sister spent the whole week crying because my parents accidentally threw away some stuff she wanted to keep. That made my dad yell some more.
As the responsible lawyerly older daughter, I have to take charge of selling their house, since they have to rush abroad. That meant signing Powers of Attorney, meeting with the real estate agent and organizing papers. Little old me.
I bet Brandon and Brenda Walsh never had to deal with that. They were too busy thinking of more important matters, like how to match socks with scrunchies, or what to wear to the prom. Bastards.
Right now it's the calm before the storm. I flew up yesterday, the parents are now driving up the East Coast in a U-haul truck, and will be arriving in NYC this weekend. I have to entertain them around town next week before they fly out of JFK straight into the Rising Sun.
Plus, I think the week ahead at work will be the most stressful imaginable.
Wish me luck. The only way to get over stuff is through it.
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