Anonymous Because My Grandparents
Panic Management Level: God Mode
#myworldaround
I know exactly how my family works. And when I say “family,” I specifically mean my grandparents—the ones who have the incredible ability to turn a simple trip to Egypt into a full-blown suspense movie.
Which is why they’re one of the main reasons I’m staying anonymous because of my grandparents.
The first time I mentioned I was planning a trip, my grandpa practically called a family emergency summit to prevent it. I lived it firsthand: questions, objections, catastrophic what-ifs… What if you get kidnapped? What if there’s a war? What if someone steals everything from you?
All valid concerns. Nevertheless, with all due respect, highly unlikely.
• The Strategy •
With some experience under my belt, I learned there’s news that’s better shared when there’s no room for negotiation (aka, when they can’t catch me early and talk me out of it).
My strategy? Simple: telling them once the tickets are booked and there’s no turning back.
Which is exactly why they’re one of the main reasons I’m staying anonymous because of my grandparents—less questions, fewer panic attacks.
I’d rather deal with a week-long family debate than months of objections.
And when the departure date gets closer, I’ll be ready to answer their 2,543 questions with facts and arguments. After all, better to be prepared than overwhelmed… instead of a classic “Grandpa, let me live a little.”
That’s why I always carry them with me.
Literally.
In fact, it’s not just a cute line to sound poetic—I actually have a tattoo in their honor.
The best part? When I told them, instead of rolling their eyes and saying, “You’re such a weirdo,” they got emotional.
Full marks, grandparent-approved.
But trust me, that’s nothing compared to the emotion they’ll feel when they see me walking through the arrivals gate at Barajas, backpack strapped on.
In that moment, I can totally picture them—happy, sure, but with a suspicious glint in their eyes, already plotting how to discreetly tie me to a chair so I don’t leave again, probably holding a sign that reads:
“Protected territory: under grandparent supervision.”
• My Greatest Pillars: My Grandparents •
Jokes aside, my grandparents have been my rock throughout my entire life.
They practically raised me, and even today, they’re still hell-bent on looking after me like they did back then.
If they could, they’d wrap me in a bubble of danger-free zones, and my grandpa would probably draft an entire itinerary for each of my trips, perfectly organized.
It’s simply the way they love me, and honestly, I would never change it. 💌
Deep down, I know they’re proud of me.
Sure, they may still imagine I’ll need a rescue team every couple of weeks, but I know they’ll be there, keeping a close eye.
Plus, if you’re reading this (which I bet you are, because you’ve probably outsmarted Google better than I have)—I love you endlessly!
And don’t worry—if the apocalypse hits, I promise I’ll notify the family before running for my life ♥
⇒ Note: All images in this blog have been generated using AI (for now), mostly to add my personal touch. But don’t worry—once I step out of the shadows, I’ll replace them with real snapshots (and I promise, no extreme filters… Keep it real)