it's an interesting feeling to remember why you left a place, at least for me. i generally have had a tendency to become terribly nostalgic and romanticize places and people. it's nice to remember why i left, the reassurance is comforting.
my grandmother passed away yesterday morning. 11:35. i'll be in m*town sometime thursday night, everything is going down friday. i'm considering staying the weekend, but we'll see. i hate the fact i only see my family when someone dies. it'll be good to see everyone regardless.