Went to see family for the holiday.













Its funny how the place where you grew up can look like somewhere else sometimes.













Or vice versa.













I saw my family, talked with them about some things. They’re great.













My granddad came into town as well, it was really nice to talk to him about things, the places he’s been, things he’s done. I hope when I get to be his age I can be happy about the memories of the life I’ve lived.













Eh, things look good now, so I suppose I’ll worry about collecting those memories later.














Maybe enlist someone else to help with their upkeep.
Yeah, it was nice to see family, but it’s also nice to come home again.