thataintchicken
Well-Known Member
I was hoping for a trip down memory lane. I found myself instead wandering around a familiar neighborhood that somehow felt odd with all the new skinny mini houses sprinkled amidst the older homes.
It wasn't a bad thing. It was more of a reminder that you can't go home again.
Things change.
Something to think about while watching the rain.
It wasn't a bad thing. It was more of a reminder that you can't go home again.
Things change.
Something to think about while watching the rain.
