Post 60: D-D-D-Drama-Llama

So, check it out! Post 60! I've hit my first milestone. And I have to say, I am pretty dang proud of myself. Not because I thought I would give up, but because I thought I would run out of things to say. But, I haven't.

I don't think that 60 is traditionally the milestone that people celebrate, 50 or 100 seem more common. But, I think that it is about time I celebrate. I am coming up on 20 sonnets, I have posted a review a month for 7 months (going to be 8 once I post for this month), and I have managed to keep up with NaPoWriMo (just not on the blog, darn internet, always foiling my plans)!

For this post, I am hedging about what it is I want to talk about and whether I should talk about it. 

You see, what I want to talk about is some drama that the Babbler family has run into on all sides and in all directions. I've tried to keep this blog personal, but not that kind of person. 

Yet, it seems to be preoccupying my mind at the moment. Which is funny in some ways. 

One thing that is upsetting me is that I won't be able to visit my dad this month. Our schedules are clashing and packed full of stuff, so it will be awhile before I can visit. Which is sad. I mean, there are other ways we can keep in touch, but it isn't really the same. 

But the funny thing is, though not really "ha ha" funny, I am really worried about the Step-Babbler family. More so than I probably would have guessed I would be. 

Not that it is uncommon to bond with the your step-siblings or step-parent, but it is for me. I mean, I bonded with my first step-dad. But I was younger then, I actually lived there full-time. And he was home when I got home. We talked, he drove me to school, and took care of me when I got sick.

I can do most of that stuff for myself now. I mean, when I got bronchitis I found a way to the doctor. When I thought I might need medical care for a burn, I took a bus to the E.R. I am used to taking care of myself like that. My mom raised me to be independent and to take care of myself, which I do for the most part. I mean, now that I live at home again this semester I am doing it less, but I could do it all myself if I needed to.

Anyway, I lived on campus for like the first year after they got married. I rarely see my step-siblings and almost never really talk to them, besides the standard, casual small-talk and chit-chat. 

But, I find myself really worrying about them all. Their drama and successes actually have an affect on me and not in the way I would have imagined. It isn't like I am some bystander who just happens to notice or that I care how it effects my mom, I actually care about...them. 

I don't think I should post what is going on. There is so much that could be posted, but it wouldn't really benefit anyone to have it in writing. 

We don't really get along. I don't really talk to them. So, I really have no idea what I could say. But, I do worry. As weird is that seems to me, I do. 

Thinking about all this, I feel like I have started spiraling down into a dark place that is not where the celebratory milestone post should be. 

So, let me end on a happier note. Spring has finally reached us here in the far North, aka Southern B.C. The tulips are in bloom, the sun is shining, and the faint smell of lilacs floats in the breeze. 

It gives me such great hope that as the weather improves so will things in the personal lives of the Babbler family. My fingers are crossed, at least, that this will come to be. 

Any one out there have step-family they are close to?

Or not close to, but still care about?