I've got a good book, hot tea, doubled up socks, and Sudoku puzzles all around me. It must be a Friday night.

I love my downtime. I am a 100% introvert, and I recharge by being in my own little world. I also happen to fill my world with stereotypical "grandma" things. Baking goods, books, crosswords, candles, teas, socks, blankets... you name it.

I don't mind being an old-soul at heart. In fact, my need for floral prints and extra layers for warmth bring me comfort. I don't need a wild night out to feel alive. I need mental stimulation in the form of something safer, where my biggest danger is getting a paper cut.

Some people tell me that I am missing out on the "real" college experience. I disagree. I think it's great that some people want to go out on the weekends and party. I'm glad they thrive in crowds of strangers. I truly am.

However, that is not how I obtain my energy after enduring a week of classes and readings and tests. I love sitting down, making a cup of coffee, lighting a candle, putting on pajamas, and grabbing my favorite rag tag blanket.

Add a book or Netflix, and I'll be occupied for the next 2-3 hours.

As far as people go... I don't hate people. In fact, one at a time or in small groups, I love getting to know people. Heck with small talk... that's a waste of time and energy. I want the random facts and the real stuff, too. I love getting to know what makes people tick. So, if you see me alone, I won't bite... just don't expect me to be all that interested in the weather.

Another way I am a grandma: I am all about nostalgia. I love looking at old pictures and finding some of my old schoolwork in boxes in the basement. If you get me talking about my past and I will be in a trance for hours. I love thinking back to simpler times and remember what toys or shows preoccupied my time. I love reminiscing the "problems" my high-school-self endured. I love remembering the traditions my family kept.

In that same vein, I journal and scrapbook regularly so that I have something to look back on in the future. I can look back and find pictures of my old self and read about what thoughts were running through my brain on a random day. I love the memories, but I also love the creativity that comes with creating the journal/scrapbook.

I may be a 20-year-old grandma, but I wouldn't have it any other way.