Nostalgia

As I’ve mentioned previously, we were at Smith Mountain Lake this past weekend.  It was a great trip, and everyone (especially the kids) had a lot of fun.  But I got something extra out of it.  I grew up in Roanoke, just about an hour away from there.  So there was a hit of nostalgia from just being back in the area.  I loved seeing the Blue Ridge Mountains in the distance, and even just seeing The Roanoke Times printed on the side of the newspaper boxes at the end of everyone’s driveway was nice.  It felt like home.