Melancholy

Allan, the older of my 2 younger brothers, took my parents and I out for dinner last night.

It was my official welcome-home dinner.

Food at the much-overrated seafood restaurant, overpriced.

Love and company of family, priceless.

Being out on town, the little town that I grew up in, made me feel a little melancholy towards the old days.

Of how far and how long I've been away, and how little time I spend with my family.

Of how fast we are all growing up, and how much our parents have aged each time we see them.

Of how time flies.

And it makes me a little sad.

More than a little.