I'm at home tonight. Been working on studio work since last night. We have a final on Tuesday and I want to finish everything by tomorrow so I can relax a little bit. I just came back from a daily run and now I'm drinking some tea that I bought from Chinatown.
Chrysanthemum Flower Bud!
My grandmother has been staying over for the past couple of days and I feel so bad for not spending any time with her because of the huge amount work I have...She is very understanding though, but I feel bad and miss her.
I love her very much. I didn't get the chance to grow up with my grandparents and relatives around me like my cousins since I was born in Sweden, so my relationship with them is very different. The closeness I have with my grandmother is very different than my cousins...they hug her constantly and kiss her and tell her out loud that they love her. I am not used to showing affection like that. I hug her too, but I don't show off my love...if that makes sense? It's kind of understood...I would do anything for her, but I don't talk about it....We just have this silent connection where she knows how much I love her and I know how much she loves me. I don't know if that makes sense. I don't even know why I'm talking about this, but whatever! I love my grandmother. She is my mom's mom and her name is Isabel. I have never met my dad's mom because she died before I was born. My parents had moved to Sweden in the late 70s and she died a short while after from a stroke. My dad rarely spoke of her when I was young...I only knew her name...Tello. But as I've grown up, he's told me more and more. I wish I knew her...from what he's told me, she was really strong and loving.
My grandfather from my mom's side died in 1997 I believe. His name was Aram. My mom didn't take it well at all. I remember being scared and uncomfortable at home because I didn't like hearing my mom's cries. I felt sorry for her because she didn't have any relatives around that could comfort her. My dad, my sister, and I tried our best to be there for her. When I was born, my grandparents from my mom's side came and visited us in Sweden. They stayed with us for a couple of months, but I was too young to remember anything...obviously. The last time I saw my grandfather was in 1992. We had a family renunion in Armenia. I was five years old and I hadn't met any of my relatives up to that point.
My grandfather Aram and I <3
My grandfather from my dad's side I only got to meet once. I was two or three when he visited us in Sweden, so I don't remember him that well. His name was Daniel. My dad always tells wonderful stories about him. I wish I could have known him. He died a few years ago and unfortunately, my dad never got to see him again after his visit.
I love my grandparents for being good parents to my mom and dad. I love my parents <3 They have been so good to me. We've been through a lot...but it's alright. We can handle it.
OKAY. BACK TO THIS SCHOOL CRAP. I hope you guys are having a good weekend <3
Yesterday marked the 20th year of Armenia's independence from the Soviet Union. I've been watching live tv from Armenia with my parents. My grandmother was emotional all day and I've been keeping her company by doing my hw by her. We've had a pretty chill day yesterday. I had school early in the morning. Then I helped my dad install a new door. We opened up a door from inside the house into the garage and built stairs from the garage into the house. It looks awesome so far (I'll show pictures later!!).
