Over the hills and through the woods..

I love coming to my grandma's. It's a chance to catch up with family and stop stressing so much; all is right with the world (for the most part) when I'm here. I can just sit back (forget the rest of the world) and enjoy everything that goes on while I'm around. The best part? Everyone here loves me! It's fantastic! I only wish I had more time to spend down here. This semester (yes, that's right y'all; my life is measured by semesters and summers) I've only gotten to visit a couple times, and it depresses me a bit. I miss the summer when I stayed here for a couple weeks. Even though I was working full-time then, I still got to relax a lot more than I do now.. I guess it's all a part of growing up (and being a college student). I mean, come on, I'm a junior in college, I'll be 21 Thursday, and I'm sitting here whining about how I miss being a kid because I can go to my grandma's whenever I want. Maybe not 'whenever', but you get the idea. Oh, the woes of growing up... Well, here's to getting through this semester relatively unscathed so I can spend some time relaxing at my grandmother's house! Yeehaw!!