When your grandparents are the GOAT

Moving into a new place always has its trials and tribulations as I’m sure many of you know.

For the last week and half I have been riding solo (while my roommate is killing it with the NFL), trying to figure out how to essentially, “run a household.”

Mostly I’ve had a handle on things, others not so much. But who would have thought that my grandparents in Long Island, NY, would be the ones to walk me through everything. Via PHONE CALL. They don’t even know what they’re looking at, what model it is, or what condition it is in.

Yet somehow they have been able to explain almost everything that so far as been “not up to par.” And let me tell you, they know what they’re talking about.

Weather it’s plugging burners in on the stove, setting up a TV, or dealing with my A/C unit, every step they have told me has resulted in success.

See, this is what Google and (most) customer service lines lack. The knowledge of knowing how to do things before there were resources like those. As great as the two former can be (some of the time), Google isn’t able to decipher what the “hook looking thing on the burner is” and why it won’t “come unclicked.” My grandfather, however, knew exactly what I was talking about. And sure enough my stove top is working.

I guess it’s like having ¬†on-call handy men that you pay with phone calls and life updates.

My grandma was very adamant that if anything else is to go wrong (which it probably will), do not hesitate to call. She even gave me the hours that are better to call her and my grandpa. How cute is that?

They really are the best.

I think it’s also a way for them to feel like they’re here and able to help me from 1,000 or so miles away. And I wholeheartedly appreciate all of the help and advice they’ve given me in the last week (and in the last 22 years).

If this gets you to call your grandparents just because you need help putting something together, do it. It may turn into a call you haven’t had in a while and becomes a really nice memory. I only get to see my family a few times a year (the result of going to school so far away). Also, enjoy your grandparents, not everyone has them. And fewer are lucky enough to have a relationship (especially a positive one) with them.

So handyman Vic and handywoman Marcia, thanks for all of your help this week and more. I love you.



My mom keeps telling me it’s not healthy to have this level of stress at 21. 

I tend to agree with her but at the moment there’s not too much I can do about it. 

Maybe it’s because I’m trying to do too many different things with my brain at one time 

Be a good student. Look out for my sister. Be a fiscally responsible college student. Make my parents proud. Finish the semester with good grades. Be a good girlfriend. Work hard at my job. Be a coach my players can look up to. Adhere to the games I am assigned to work. Be a shoulder to lean on. Get my work done to a level I approve of and submitted on time. Dedicate time to my sorority. Get enough sleep. Never be late. Eat balanced meals on a daily basis. Be a good roommate. Keep my  living area clean. Remember to socialize and not stay in the house so much. Get some physical exercise. Keep up with what’s going on in the world. Figure out grad school options. Stay in touch with friends I don’t see often. Remember to call my grandparents. Be a good person overall. 

Can anyone explain to me how a single solitary person is supposed to do all of this at once?

If anyone has figured it out, let me know. I already have two planners, a white board calendar, and a digital calendar. 

Maybe once it’s warm all the time and I’m near a source of salt water again I’ll be a little more myself. 

On the bright side I’m almost done with the semester so at least a quarter of what is listed above is accomplished. 

Maybe at that point I’ll be able to finish one of the three books I’ve started in the last year. 

Until then, at least I have wine and chocolate.