When I finally moved to Grandma’s house, I couldn’t wait for winter.
I had read where you could go snow skiing in IL, and I was excited.
Living in the south meant you had to travel a thousand miles to find someplace to go skiing. Living in Glenville, IL, meant I could go skiing whenever I had a couple days off from college. I knew it was going to be cold here in the winter, but I didn’t think it would be this cold. From mid-october I could hear the furnace running. I would walk outside from the warmth of the inside, and begin shivering. It wasn’t even Thanksgiving, and I had a lot of misgivings about going to college in Glenville, IL. My grandma was excited because the family was coming home for the holidays. They were coming for Thanksgiving and staying until after New Year’s Day. I was excited to see them coming to Glenville, IL to see us, but I was really thinking about going home with them. My mom said that maybe we could all go skiing. Even my grandma and grandpa, who now shared a home together, were excited. It had been years since they skied. I had to admit that I wasn’t going with them because of how cold it was, but how could I say no when even my grandma and grandpa were going. I guess I just had to get used to living in Glenville, IL. I also had to get used to seeing my grandparents coming out of the same bedroom. Mom and dad thought it was pretty cool that they were together, but they didn’t have to live with them.