I have always been very close with my immediate family.Â
Living five hours away from my parents and older brother has often been challenging, but having the Mt. Irenaeus family close by has made it easier. Life certainly got easier after meeting my second mom, Karen Pulaski.
I met Karen in April of my freshman year of college. I had just applied to be a Summer Companion for the Mountain and she was about to receive word that she was also going to be at the Mountain for the summer (her stay would turn into many years, but that comes later).
The first time we chatted while on a midday hike, we were talking about who knows what. I did not know if I would see her again since I did not have confirmation of my summer plans.
The next time I saw Karen was June 1, 2022. She was unloading her car as I walked towards her from the Mountain porch.
It was the beginning of our beautiful friendship.Â
Throughout the summer, Karen and I went through a lot together. We laughed, we cried, we gossiped (just a tad), and we truly lived. There were many times that while we were still learning the ropes of living in a community we had to rely on one another (especially when in Pittsburgh. I would not have survived without Karen).Â
My favorite routine of the summer was our Friday mornings. The four friars would go off to do their separate meeting, but Karen and I decided to start our own women’s chapter. We would eat breakfast, chat about how the summer was going, what was challenging, and what was bringing us joy.
It was such a unique and simple way to bond, but I will never forget those mornings.Â
As the years go on, and even though Karen and I do not live together anymore, our relationship has only grown stronger. I call Karen ‘Mom’ if that gives you any context.Â
I know that I can always go to Karen. We love to go out to lunch and talk for hours. She even comes to, and records, my award ceremonies. When I get a good grade in my hardest journalism class, after I tell my own parents, I await to tell her in UMin for a celebratory hug. When I need to cry, she chats it out with me (and even cries along with me). She knows my food preferences, can read the undertone of my many emails and remembers things about my friends, too.Â
College is all about personal development and independence, but it doesn’t hurt to have a little slice of home in college either.Â
While she has her own son, and I have my own mom, I think our special relationship will always be one of my favorite parts of my Bonaventure experience.Â