old people are weird.

so weird. like, why are their freezers always way too cold? and why won't they let you pay for anything but they still only tip one dollar? and why do they make jokes about dying like they know it's happening and they really don't care? and why do they keep everything so that their houses and closets are full of really weird things? am I going to be that weird when I'm old? like, will I keep doing only the things I do now and never change even thought everything else in the world changes? old people are so weird.

Mt. Airy, NC

I spent the weekend on my family's farm in the mountains of North Carolina. I took the trip with my grandmother to visit her remaining brothers and sisters who still live on the land that they grew up and farmed on. It was definitely a change of scenery; I didn't see a single bar, 7-11, wal-mart, or even a grocery store that i had ever heard of before. It was actually pretty refreshing to pretend that civilization didn't exist. My cell was dead, there's no internet in the middle of nowhere, and i didn't even pack make-up or a hairbrush. I just hung out with my relatives, listened to stories about their lives and about what's going on with everyone that they know, and found a love for bluegrass music. I do admit that after 3 days on a farm I was longing for computers, traffic, and 7-11's, but it was still a great trip. pictures to come soon.