It was normal. It's weird that although everything is completely different without my grandpa, it's all completely the same. I still have a mountain of homework. I still watch Netflix...a lot. And I still miss home.
Honestly, I think it kind of helps that everything is the same. It makes it so you appreciate the monotony. I know that I have been all about new and adventure lately, but sometimes it's nice to have consistency.
When I got home the other day, I went and hung out with my friends and went to bed. I carried out my normal evening and it felt, for a moment, that my whole life hasn't changed. In some ways it has, but I am really glad that at least a few things can stay the same.
At work, they're offering a few more hours. I asked for some even though they're at 6 am on a Saturday. I figure I will get over it. You only live once ya know? Gotta make it count.
I've got a whole lot of studying to do for my midterms coming up and I am actually okay with that.
It is amazing what tragedy can do to your perspective. I suppose that life is better when you just live it as it comes at you.