The comforts of normalcy
My aunt died on Monday. I don't think I need to explain how much that sucked, but let me backtrack. I went to visit her over the weekend, in Atlanta. She wasn't really...there when I got to see her, pretty much knocked out on all the pain pills. It seems a little weird to write that, since I've only said it out loud once, to my math teacher, in between tears. I didn't go to the funeral, since it was midweek. But here's the thing: I think it was better that way. I made the decision to not tell any of my friends about her, and I'll tell you why. Knowing that the majority of my dad's family had congregated n Dallas to mourn, I kind of wanted to keep all that melancholia separate from my life here. Not having my support system, I decided I'd rather keep the normalcy of my day-to-day life. I didn't want the pity and the kid gloves, didn't want the sad to seep into my life here. And guess what: Tufts came through.
With carefully placed smiles, my normal life stayed normal, my safe haven stayed safe. Tufts allowed me to keep my spirits up through my wonderful friends and my intriguing classes. Tufts wrapped me up in fluffy blankets and rocked me to sleep, and it was just what I wanted.
So. Reasons I love Tufts: it kept me safe and kept me happy, and still does, every day I'm here.