As a young teenage boy, a highlight of my summer occurred at great-grandma's cabin. We called it such because great-grandpa long ago passed away, and only great-grandma was left. Going to great-grandma's cabin was commonly referred to as "going up North." Most referred to any trip away from the cities in Minnesota as going up North. Up North existed a plethora of lakes offering endless activities of summer fun. "Our lake" existed where the family cabin sat on the channel waterway connecting Lake Lawrence and Roosevelt Lake. It was at that cabin we "stayed." Whenever telling of my anticipated summer event to a school friend the inevitable question came, "Where you going to stay?"
Anxiety seems like that to me. "Where are you staying?" That
Anxiety seems like that to me. "Where are you staying?" That