After a delicious buffet lunch today, we drove past the condos where I was born. My mom pointed out the window to the bathroom where I was actually born, and I could actually remember a lot of the area.
Then we drove past the house we lived in before moving to Arizona, and I remembered even more of the area. The tool shed/house thing my dad built in the back yard (during which time all three of us caught Strep Throat from digging in the soil so much) is still there and the house still looks very nice (it’s the same color; hasn’t been repainted). I have fond memories of that house and of the little structure… half of it was my clubhouse that my dad built to my specifications (including a door that was split in the middle so I could open just the top and sell stuff from it).
Finally, we drove down the appropriately named Roller Coaster Road to see the piece of land we still own here. It hasn’t changed at all since we were there last, though it’s been 11 years. It looks like some people have been sporatically camping in the area though. Oh well.
Tonight I hopefully get to see Carolyn, who I haven’t seen in many, many years. I’m also meeting Keith in a little while, and I haven’t seen him in 11 years… so wheee. Yay for the wonderfulness that is the internet (and, I suppose, Facebook).
I head home tomorrow. I think, for the first time since getting here, I’m not totally looking forward to it.