Out of boredom and the necessity of getting out of the house for some fresh air and exercise from watching Netflix on my tablet constantly, I took a walk through the neighborhood. The weather was pleasantly warm and perfect for a stroll around town. There were stores that haven't changed as long as I can remember and there were places that change more often than the changing of the seasons. As I was crossing one particular street, a sudden rush of memories hit me. I suddenly stopped walking and took in all the memories. It intrigued me enough to make a right instead of walking straight on Pontiac. All the memories that came to me were of my grandmother's place.
It's been numerous years since they moved out of the house and I haven't been reminded of it until today. While my other grandmother took care of my siblings and me majority of the time, there were quite a few visits to this house (mostly on the weekend mornings). My aunts and uncles lived in the house at times so family gatherings naturally occurred there. My father would drive us there for some morning breakfast congee or some other Chinese breakfast (a doughy concoction).
It's had been so long that I didn't know where the house was until I saw it myself. It was very nostalgic. I easily imagined walking in the house and seeing the tiny CRT television on a Chinese channel with my grandfather watching while my grandmother cooked and my uncle just woke up with crazy bed hair.
I didn't realize how many nail and salon places there were in the area until today. And I was almost hit by texting drivers making a turn on a several occasions.