Happy Sunday,I’m staring out the window at TWP road 504. Sitting in my childhood home, for one of the last times. The walls are bare. The rooms are emptier than I’ve ever seen them. For three decades, this place has been a constant. It’s where I grew up, where I returned for Christmas, where “going home” always meant. Now my parents are retiring. They’re selling the acreage to begin their next chapter. I’m happy for them. It feels right. But it’s bittersweet too. Because when they move, this familiar anchor disappears. I’ve known this was coming for 5+ years. Each visit has felt like a small goodbye, a quiet exercise in soaking it all in. The creaks in the floor, the snacks in the cold room, the memories tucked into corners. The feeling this trip is different. It feels real. I’m reminded nothing is forever. Homes change. Chapters close. People move on. And it’s time for me to move on, too. Not from my childhood house, but from the idea that home is a permanent place. This place helped shape me – who I am, what I’m building, where I’m headed – and when it’s gone, I’ll carry all of that with me. One day I’ll stare out another window, and know I’ve built something that feels just as long-lasting. Home isn’t walls or windows. It’s the life you build inside them.
August in 3 snapshots 🎮 Nintendo Emulator — I don’t want to ruin your life with nostalgia, but… if you download the Delta app (iOS), pair it with Vimm’s Lair (link), and you can play every Nintendo game released before 2012. Mario, Zelda, Pokémon, pick your poison. A bottomless time machine of childhood memories. 📖 Book binge — On August Long Weekend Sunday, I read Andy Weir’s Project Hail Mary cover to cover. First time in a long time I’ve torn through a book like that. A good summer read beats a TV show binge. Felt like giving my brain back its appetite. 🏔️ Surviving Waterton — Spent a weekend near Waterton with 20 friends crammed into one big cabin. We did a full-blown Survivor game – tribes, challenges, the works. Entertaining a group of 30-somethings isn’t easy, but this hit the mark. Physical, mental, social, chaotic. I loved it.
3 Lessons Learned I. People value effort over perfection. We admire persistence and commitment. Showing up, doing what you said you’d do, and sticking around – that’s what people notice. Effort is remembered, not mistakes. II. A rich life is covering unexpected expenses. Wealth isn’t about more stuff. It’s about margins. When a vet bill came up this month, paying it without stress felt better than buying anything ever could. Security beats status. III. Long-term friends are a lifeline. The longer someone knows you, the more of you they see. Old friends remind you who you are beyond the flaws you fixate on. They hold up a fuller version of you, one you can’t always see yourself.
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I’ll leave you with a quote 🤔 “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” — Dr. Suess Until next time, Scotty
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