Mantua or Bust!

Off to Mantua, Ohio we go, to see my side of the family. It's been almost 4 years since we were there last. It feels more like 10 and the mere thought of going gives me an instant and intense case of anxiety. I admit that I planned our trip around the county fair, however, it is mostly out of obligation that we are going. "Grandma is getting old" my mom tells me everytime I talk to her, which is everyday, "you need to go see her". So we are. It's not that I don't want to go... It's just that... thanks to my mom, the words "your grandma's getting old" are now engraved in my head, so much so, that I have developed what I can only describe as the resistance and inability to cope with the aging process. Feeble, old people make me nervous.