It’s six am. I just hopped out of the shower. In approximately two and a half hours, my uncle will be arriving here in a car to truck myself, my mother, and my brother up North, past Peterborough, so we can go to our grandfather’s funeral. I am excited to see my extended family, because, to be honest, it’s been years.
The last time I saw my grandmother was so long ago that she hasn’t even seen any of my tattoos in person. So long ago that I’ve since lived in three separate countries. So long ago that I don’t even remember what sort of person I was when we last spoke. She is now my only living grandparent, and I just hope she’s not a total wreck since the funeral is for her husband, who she was married to since the 1970s.
I’m feeling anxious about getting criticized by my more religious family members and am just hoping the next two days go by without any major dramafests.
Also, I won’t have any access to the internet up there, which I’m considering a blessing. I’ve seen enough ice bucket challenge videos to last a life time and am sort of hoping everyone on social media is onto some new meme by the time I get back.
Please cross your fingers that Placebo tickets don’t sell out by the time I get back on Friday.