so a few weeks ago i took a candlelight tour of woodstown, a town nearby where we live. this town also happens to be a neighboring town to the place I grew up. and also where many a aunt, uncle and cousin live/lived. and this place holds the greatest house that ever lived (do houses live?) my grandparents used to own this house. i grew up spending much time in this house and many a christmas evening here. turns out that specific house was on the tour this year...(actually that's why we went). being in that house again (my grandparents sold it when i was 10) was a wild feeling. it brought back tons of memories and feelings. it seemed sooooo much smaller than i remembered it. that's logical since i was so much smaller when i was last in it. i loved that house intensely and was super sad when they sold it. i always secretly hoped to one day own it or really i hoped my grandparents would come back to rescue it back to the family. below is a pic of me sitting on the steps.
p.s
fyi the ghost of christmas present was great, May seemed to have a good (and fairly oblivious) first christmas.
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