Yep. I am back here in the mountains … even though I am not sure I want to be anymore. I really, really, really, really hate my family at this point.

The trip was good until Saturday night when a hysterical phone call was received that my grandmother had collapsed after having several seizures and she was being rushed to hospital and wasn’t expected to live. Over the course of Saturday night, Sunday and Monday calls came ranging from “she’s gonna be fine” to “it is super-serious and she’s going to die for sure.” Every single phone call I got was wildly different in the assesment of what was going on. Needless to say all this ruined my last two days with Scott ’cause I was so keyed up about what was going on back here at home. It’s gonna sound really petty of me, but my cousin really should have waited until everything was known/settled before ruining my trip to NYC.

I will get to some photos soon.

It seems like my grandmother is gonna be fine (at this point). She did have a heart attack. When I saw her last night she was up, eating dinner and complaining about how the hospital was for sick people and she wanted to go home. So, for now, things are looking good.

The remnants of Kristina are dumping lots of rain and wind on us here in the mountains. Fun.