Funny how things hit you.

Saturday, I drove to Connecticut to remove all contents from the storage room that I have had for the four years since my mother passed and the selling of the Connecticut homestead.

Insanely emotional for me. Crazy. I guess it is my last connection to the Nutmeg State.

I will still visit my parents resting place, but this last act severs all contact.

I have found closer and just as tasty lobster rolls so that adventure to CT is now null and void, as well.

Home is definitely where the heart is. Real estate can sold, enveloped by fire or be blown away, but memories linger.

Onward…