To write my nana’s eulogy we all met at her bungalow. It’s the only place we’ve known her to live, and the smell of potpourri as soon as you walk in the door, stepping onto the deepest carpet I’ve ever known, and the way that the photo frames and ornaments rattle as you walk the length of it, is so familiar it’s hard to even identify. But it’s that thing you get with places you’ve known your whole life. When you know the inside of it as much you can know anything.
And what Alanis taught us
And what Alanis taught us
And what Alanis taught us
To write my nana’s eulogy we all met at her bungalow. It’s the only place we’ve known her to live, and the smell of potpourri as soon as you walk in the door, stepping onto the deepest carpet I’ve ever known, and the way that the photo frames and ornaments rattle as you walk the length of it, is so familiar it’s hard to even identify. But it’s that thing you get with places you’ve known your whole life. When you know the inside of it as much you can know anything.