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i spent two hours trying to find a way to get pictures of where my grandparents live. they are in a town in west virginia that has around 2,500 residents. i haven’t been to visit them in probably over a decade now. i don’t think i ever would visit them again. sometimes i want to cling onto the flimsy illusion of family that i have in my memories. i know its futile but i try anyways.

my grandparents live in a garage that they turned into a living space next to the foundation of a house they started building decades ago. the land they live on sits a few miles back on a gravel road. the town is called moorefield. i tried to find obituary’s of anyone that shares my mom’s maiden name to see if i could maybe find someone in west virginia related to me. i just want to see a picture of someone that looks like me i guess.

in the memories i have of my grandparents they were like those stoner types you hangout with in high school who always talk about what they’re going to do or who their cousin knows. its like the sentences they construct are all pipe dreams but somehow you always end up at a the disadvantage when you talk to them. somehow they always make you feel more pathetic then them. i remember when i lived in west virginia in pre school my grandma got pissed off and said parties over and started popping all my balloons.

we had to stay with my grandparents after my dad got layed off. i dont remember much from that. my mom told me that we left in the middle of the night because she couldn’t stand that my grandma had pulled me by my arm like she did for her. i have no recollection of my grandma hurting me but this is most likely because my mom did similar things.

we stayed in a motel. i remember when we had to do that but for some reason i remember there were legos there. the legos were cool.