it's been 9.5 years.
and now i'm back. in my old house. i'm home.
although, what is home to me, really, at this point?
things have changed but they feel familiar, like relatives you've only seen old pictures of.
it feels like i never left. as if the last decade didn't exist.
it's bizarre to be remembered everywhere i go.
let's start with some photos from yesterday shall we?
went to my first grade teacher's guest house. its on the same mountain as my old house.
got lunch at a seafood place
house on fire
on our way home, we got a flat.
called for help. none came. so we did it ourselves.