Going back

It's a strange sensation to return to a place you've lived before. Kind of an out-of-body experience.


Driving down roads you once traveled daily, seeing sights that were so familiar and yet are now so rare, leaves one with feelings beyond words.


And in my case, that's really saying something.


There's where we used to pick strawberries. That's where I used to shop for frames. Somebody's best friend used to live there. That park was our favorite on hot days. We watched them construct that building. I used to go there for meetings.


We've gone on without those places. They've gone on without us.


But a big part of my heart is still there.


And always will be.




































Pictures from a park we used to visit every spring.
One memory is even of our little toddler falling in the pond!