A Bunch of Skinny Trees

I know this is going to sound weird….

But when I see a bunch of skinny trees, especially with white bark on them…I get incredibly nostalgic. You see, the little village where I’m from in Poland *which is a tricky statement, since I was raised all over and passed around to many family members early on* has this gorgeous lake, and on the way to the lake are big trees, but most notably a bunch of really skinny birch trees. And so when I see something like this I get incredibly nostalgic and homesick.

I know a lot changes in twenty years, but I can’t wait to take my girl to Poland and show her all the wonder there, and tell her all my stories in the place they happened.