A Universe Trapped in a Labyrinth

This is my boring and interesting and teenager life spanning from age 15 to 18 (May 2015-August 2018)
Within you'll find many re-inventions of myself, boy trouble, school trouble and life trouble. (Plus interesting bits I thought I would include as well).
Do you dare to enter the maze?


36. Grandmas House


Date: Thursday 18th June 2015 19:00

Entry: 39/?

Subject: Grandmas House


When I think of Grandmas House, I first think of Little Red Riding Hood and the little cottage residing deep within the woods with the wolf as the grandma. I would like to think that the walk down concreted streets and through the park is my mission through the forest and the wolf is hiding somewhere amongst it. To think like that is to usually preoccupy my mind long enough to actually get to my Grandmas house.

Whenever I go somewhere I knock three times in quick succession and then enter with a merry greeting or something along those lines. My Grandma has only just recently moved to a bungalow and it’s a bit strange entering it but she’s decorated it really nice and creatively. What I mean by that is that when you enter you have red circular carpets, the first one says ‘welcome’ and the rest lead you to the living room and then to the kitchen. It’s almost like stepping stones and I can spend a while just letting out my inner child and jumping back and forth, acting like the cream carpet beneath is water or lava.

I love my Grandma because she always has food on the go and is quick to offer me absolutely anything, she always considers my wants whether it’s the book I’m eyeing in a shop or just that I look downcast and shadowed. I also love my Grandma because she has taught me many things.

She has taught me to enjoy my family while I have it. She has taught me that family is what matters most, period. Whether it be during holidays, or just sitting in the garden talking, she takes joy in being around family more than anything else. As I get older, I can see where she is coming from, and have learned to value this more myself as well, instead of being so selfish with my time. And although my Grandad is no longer there to complete my family now, my Grandma likes to make up for it with stories about him before I even knew him

She has taught me that I am stronger than what I know. Some say that strength is a muscle and my grandma (and all of my other grandmothers) are pretty good at keeping this muscle active. She has been through amazing life circumstances that has led to her developing more strength and perseverance than most. She is one of the most fearless women I know when it comes to losing physical and mental abilities and still being incredibly happy with her life. She, and all of the elder women in my life, have taught me that you have more strength than you could imagine when you choose to be resilient through the pain.

She has taught me that it you are never too old to be proud of yourself. Can I just take a minute to say that all of my grandmothers have great taste? Truly, each one of them have different tastes in clothes and jewelry, but all are equally proud of the way they dress. I enjoy seeing the different fashion approaches they each take. This goes to show that all women, no matter what their age, can appreciate fashion for the great gift and sense of self-expression that it is! Take pride in the way you dress and be sure to stay true to your personality! Fashion is one of the greatest ways to express your true self. Also take pride in yourself and always take the time to appreciate your assets in the mirror and not downplay yourself.

My Grandma’s are awesome and we are all lucky to have them for their amazing qualities. 

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