Back in 2008, my grandparents had moved into an assisted living home. Someone needed to go through their small, rambler home and put on an estate sale. I think it was too painful for my aunt to go through her childhood home, so I offered to do it. My grandparent’s home had always been the one place that actually felt like a home to me. I moved around a lot as a kid and the one constant I had was that tiny little rambler. Just like when I was a kid I loved digging through my grandma’s drawers. It felt like a treasure hunt. That’s why I was kind of excited to be the one to go through everything. I couldn’t help but wonder what treasures had been hidden there for 50 or so years.