Being back in my neighborhood where I grew up makes me feel the nostalgic the way Homer meant. It's weird and moving and great like visiting an old friend, except you both keep changing and it's hard to keep up as much as you used to. It hurts my heart (and my heart) a little bit.
I'm feeling nostalgic because this place is on the market and I'll be showing it to some new people this weekend. I hope they appreciate the porch like we did.
I know I always say that you do not want to be considered a regular anywhere, but Auntie Nonnie and Uncle Harry's Passover is one exception to that rule.
When I come back from a work trip - which usually means I'm with a lot of dirty, sweaty men, earth tones, and granola bars - I just want to get a manicure and look at beautiful things. Since I just got back from the woods, it's that time again.