Bab 831: Sharing, Part 1

"My grandparents used to stay here. When I was little, every summer, weekend, pretty much anytime my parents were too busy to take care of me - my dad would drive the three-hour journey, and I'll spend whatever free time I had just wandering around here all day long."

There was almost an almost calming effect stirring, walking along these quiet avenues. 

As if everything - from the stonewashed paints flaking off nearly every outlet and residence we passed to the posters and promotions plastered onto most of the lampposts who knows how many decades ago - were all stuck frozen in a particular period of time.

A time that was much less hectic, a time far more simpler, and a time just utterly rife with nostalgia. 

Not my nostalgia, of course.