Nostalgia. Also, Gnomes.

I tend to be a very nostalgic person, especially in regard to places. I walk past my childhood home every day, going to and from school, and whilst passing it today, I had a particularly strong pang of nostalgia, and an urge to ask the current resident if I could just go for a wander around the garden a bit. Sounds weird, I know. The backyard, meanwhile, is along the street, and is very exposed and visible. So I had a peek into the yard, and there was a rowboat just sort of dumped on the lawn and OH MY GOD GARDEN GNOMES ARE YOU KIDDING ME.
Sigh.