I went up to my grandpa's house in New York on Friday for an early Father's Day dinner. It's situated in Flushing, NY. The backyard used to be a garden before my grandpa decided to pour cement over the soil in an attempt to turn it into a parking lot. Everything is in decay here, it seems; a lot of it is much, much older than I am. It intrigued me that there were so many objects that seemed adamant in remaining in a place where they have belonged in for years yet looked so out of place in.
It's just like in the beginning of Up, where Carl insists on keeping his discrepant old house in the middle of a hustling, bustling city! Haha.
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