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sábado, 26 de junio de 2010

Family and memories.

Sometimes, I have to love them.
This week, I couldn't think about anything, because I had this Iyaz song in my mind all the time, it was insane. It was like actually my iPod was stuck on Replay. And I don't even have an iPod. But, anyway, apart from a football match yesterday and driving a yellow Porsche on Thursday, nothing interesting.
This morning, I had to go to my grandparents' house, because everyone'd been painting it for about a month, so I had to help today. Being surrounded by my family it's always interesting and pleasant. I can't help remembering old memories. We've always been really close to each other, and, even my grandpa, who's the most distant in the family (excluding me sometimes), calls his sister every now and then (she lives in Argentina).

Everytime I go to my grandparents',which is almost every week, one image comes to my mind inmediately, a sudden flash of my own memories: us, laughing, all of us. Women in my family tend to laugh a lot more, but in this one, everyone's laughing. I totally love it. It was my 5th birthday, maybe my 4th, or even my 6th... I can't remember. Things were quite different back in the 90s, specifically about 15 years ago.






So, when I came back home, I thought about their own past, not mine. And I had to look for those old photos they took hundreds of years ago. There's only one thing that I enjoy more than seeing myself in photos: seeing black-and-white photos of my family. Amazing.








So, I love my grandparents' house, because, simply, it Feels Like Home.




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