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.