Growing up sucks

As I sit and think about going off to college,  I start to think about how different my life will be.  There's going to be some things I will have to miss,  like cookie day tradition, 3rd Saturday of every month all my cousins stay the night with my grandmother, but most of all,  I'm going to miss Blue Hill Fair weekend.  This happens once a year every labor day weekend,  which every time it comes I don't know if it hate it because school starts the next day,  or if I absolutely love it because it's the one time a year that no matter what family differences went on over the past year,  we get together and enjoy selling baked potatoes.  

       For those of you who don't know,  my family and I started the "Too Hot Potatoes" booth at the Blue hill fair over 13 years ago...  I think..  And the past 3 years the grandparents have been running it.  Last year was a big eye opener for all of us because it was the first year without our main attraction that brings in everyone for the goods.  My grandfather, the talker he was,  and due to him knowing everyone,  he brought in all of our money.  It was a bittersweet weekend for us,  but we all came together and got through it.  

     Honestly,  I know it's a ways away,  but all I can think about is missing that weekend this year,  it will be my first year not being there since I can remember. It breaks my heart to think I won't be seeing my cousins, or my aunts,  though I complain about them all the time,  they are my life.  The fact that I'm getting older,  and flying out of the next scares me. But for now on,  I have to soak up every minute I have with them and enjoy it.  As I said before,  no one tells you it's the little thing you want to reminisce in, you don't fine that out until it's to late.