I went home for a visit this weekend and it always feels like I've gone back in time. I love my life the way it is, but sometimes it's nice to remember what came before.
My parents still live in the same house, but things are older now and harder for them to take care of. My grandparents house is gone and in it's place is a trailer that my aunt and uncle live in. My favorite tree is missing, chopped up for firewood, and the pond where pappaw and I went fishing has been filled in and is now just a field. I miss seeing those things when I go back, but I've got my memories of them, and maybe that's better.
I love going home again.