Today I took a trip with my grandmother to Half Moon Bay. It is a small coastal area that is famous for their pumpkins, Christmas trees, and huge waves called Mavericks.
 

To answer your first thoughts–No, we didn’t go to any beaches, collect shells along the shore, or walk the pier… or any number of beach town tourist junk.

We got brunch at a local diner and then headed to the house that has been in my family since the 1960’s. It’s a little house that hasn’t been updated much since that time. I have visited it off and on throughout my childhood and less frequently in my adulthood.

Each time I visit it as I get older, I start to get past the smell of mildew and see the house and its contents for it’s true charm. Over the years it has slowly gone from seeming ‘old’ to being cool retro, that intrigues me as I see it with different eyes.

Little details from your long ago memories and view point can change in an instance. You question your whole opinion from yourself as a child. You grow and develop to come into your own. It’s no longer clouded with misinformation and lack of education.

Things that are old become new. Even though you’ve seen them a hundred or thousand times before, years can change your sight.

Appreciation for life, what you have been given, and for the treasures that dot your life that you have yet to discover.