Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Comforting words from home: A Call from Mom


 Hope is a thing that sustains us and revitalizes us, much like vitamin B, or other nutrients that circulate within us and keep us healthy. It's a really cheesy line from a Disney song that goes “While hope is frail it's hard to kill,” that I think of when I think about the concept of hope. It's kind of like a weed or infestation of cockroaches that you can beat down but can never really get rid of. Depression is a disease caused by lack of hope and purpose, much like scurvy is caused by lack of vitamin C. I wouldn't say that I've lost hope in my housing and job hunt, though it's always nice when it's being refreshed, or being ignored with the help of a frothy evening beverage.
For the first time, I had forgotten to take my phone off the charger and left it on ring, and at 12:30am, after I had been woken up by someone else going back to their room and I was contemplating using the bathroom or trying to fall back to sleep, I heard my phone go off. My first thought was to wonder why someone would call back about housing in the middle of the night, and even when I answered I didn't quite look at or recognize the number. After two weeks, it seems my mom has finally learned how to dial my number! What she hasn't figured out yet, is what time is good to call – oh well, baby steps.
I put on my slippers and went to the bathroom to chat with her, and told her everything that I had been doing and what was going on and how difficult it was to find work and housing, even more so than in Park City, but that I was at least trying to enjoy my time while I could. She seemed happy to hear that I was doing well, and making a good effort at everything, and in the company of good people. I'm glad that I have the best parents in the world, that understand that happiness is quite often the most important thing in life, and following your dreams and ambitions is what leads you through your path; they both had their adventures in their days as well. At the end of the conversation my mom told me not to worry; she said, “You're doing everything right.”
It's good to hear.  

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