It’s crazy to see old family photos because they’re basically everything I ever blog about. Loving my aunt’s (the one standing) outfit
So my childhood home was finally bulldozed. Driving by, I felt a sense of emptiness and sadness. After reflecting on why I was so upset, I realized it’s because I had so many good memories there. I further realized that my sadness means I’ve had a good life, something I can reminisce about. I should be happy and thankful that I feel remorse, because sadness is an indication of missing something wonderful. My life has truly been wonderful, and for that, I rejoice.