Grandma saves the day!!!

Just when I was breaking down talking to my mom on the phone yesterday, my Grandma Otte came to the rescue.  She managed to find my apartment number by reading the mailbox labels and came to stop in just for a couple minutes.  BUT...she was armed with homemade caramel corn and a box of candy.  After noticing I had a cold, she also threw in twenty bucks so I could buy vitamin C.  It was good to see her.  Seriously...she came at THE PERFECT time.  It was amazing.  So, now I have devoured most of what she left for me...and I am happier and a little calmer.  I just feel like I have too much going on.  There is always too much in my head...I feel like I am going to explode if I don't get away from it somehow.  I think THAT is a big part of why I want home.  Anyways...best remedy in the world...my grandma's caramel corn. 

Now, all I really have to say, is that I hate doubt.  I hate knowing that some people are capable of lying so effortlessly--without remorse.  I hate uncertainty.  I wish all people were honest.  I wish there never had to be ulterior motives or people with no regard for others.  And this is the latest focus of my stress.