memory lane

How do you compensate for plans falling through every two minutes leaving you with little clue as to where you will sleep that night?

Easy. An entire day with your sixteen year-old cousin, grandmother, and a house that breathes through every memory of your childhood. It helped that this nostalgic reverie was infused with treasure hunting in nooks, corners, closets, attics, and crevices. Then there was the storytelling, the giggling, frolicking, dress-up, creative inspiration, smiles, and all around general bits of happiness.

Plans imploded again after this, but it was totally worth those three hours in the middle of nowhere with nothing but family and memory-making in the works.