Something in my heart makes me happy when I see people find simple joys like this.
I can’t quite put my finger on it.
But I think it’s somewhere in the wholesome ways that community and culture can grow out of a shared history.
I moved around so often as a child, that I often felt like I never had the roots for something like this to take hold.
Honestly?
I’d just like to spend the afternoon listening to their stories.