Our daughter Greta is a freshman in college and she hasn't been home for a long time. So I was really excited about grabbing her from school in Portland, ME on Saturday, and bringing her home for her Thanksgiving break. She seemed happy to be leaving her her cramped dorm room and the pressure of her classes and we had fun catching up on the three-hour drive back to our house. As we came into our town, she started to feel a little funny. 

"It seems weird that you can just drive here," she said. "It feels like a place you need to be transported to from another dimension."

Upon entering the house she grew up in, Greta said, "You really do have a lovely home. So spacious."

And later, when we sat down in the living room after dinner: "I
can't believe you guys are still here doing this."