Home Is Where The Heart Is

Ugh, I can't believe summer is almost over, and I have to go back home. I was starting to enjoy Indiana a lot. I mean, it's pretty peaceful most of the time, and it's beautiful at night. I'm not ready to go back home, because then I'd have to go back to reality. I think that's the worst for everybody. Nobody ever wants to go back to reality. We like the thought of being able to stay in a moderate place, away from all the troubles. At least, I do. When I go back, I'll have to unpack, and get ready to go school shopping. Which, isn't horrible. But, that just means school is getting closer. My Senior year, I'll have to make it count.

I really hate being the only guy in my immediate family, though.
I always have to be the one who packs and unpacks the car. Which, I'm not one to whine all the time, but when it's 90 degrees out, and my mother basically packs a portable bathroom, it's really exhausting work, sometimes.
The thing about visiting my Grandma is this: You always leave with more things you came with. But, I guess that's the basic rule of vacations, after all.
The car is going to be so crowded, I hate it.
Oh, well. I shouldn't complain, life is pretty good for me right now, I suppose.
Well, I better end this blog, and go get my stuff together for tomorrow morning.
I'll make sure to blog when I get things all settled in at home.