I am not one for nostalgia, but there is something about this smaller skyline that made me wistful for days past. Vandy Vans drove by, and I felt old. Not in the way that I feel as an aunt. More like aware. Aware that life continues in the places that you hold dear, even when you leave. And people change. And you have the choice to exchange niceties or to ask the real questions. I opt to ask, and I am rewarded with true stories of everyday glory and hidden pain. This place that was once home is made new.