
On Sunday, we went to Grandma's for the usual Easter dinner with the family. I was invited to go across the road and walk through our old house where I grew up. The lady was very nice and let me take as much time as I wanted. It was weird to see it again. It was the same, but so different. It definitely didn't feel like home anymore. I always like going to Winsted though. Winsted always feels like home.

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