what is it about grandparents’ homes that are so……moving? some of them are time capsules, which are triggers for memories. it’s incredible. seeing a strange figurine of an angel holding flowers or a candy dish filled with candy from 1989 or the blanket tossed on the back of the sofa that is so colorful and geometric and beautiful and ugly all at the same time. it’s truly like walking into an old polaroid you found lying on the side of the road in a place you’ve never been before, but staring at the photograph gives you the feeling that you maybe have been there before. that moment when your mind begins the journey to memories, good or bad, can instantly be started by visiting the home of a grandparent. they are never changing museums of your life.

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