Sometimes I just have to remind myself I am not

So how great is it when you come home and none of your friends are in town? Not so great, but life will go on. I don’t know what I expected from my granny when I told her I was going to Africa still. I mean I knew she wasn’t for supporting it, which is why I didn’t even bother sending her a support letter or anything about the trip. Maybe the wrong thing to do, but I did it. The first thing she asked was if I was spending any of her money on the trip. Thankfully I could say no, and sadly I was forced to. Not that I need the money so much as I was hoping that we could have a family dinner, and I can include my grandpa in the communication. Anyways, maybe it is time for me to roam the town and see what else is new, besides the ton of 7 bedroom, $200,000 homes they put up in this small little town. I have a decision to make by tomorrow, should I go with my pastor and his eldest to see the newest Star Wars, or should I go to a family barbeque get together thing in honor of my cousin’s birthday party that no one could get down south to go to? Maybe I could fit in both, showing up most likely to the party a hour or so late?