I had a little bit of an emotion going on this evening. I talked to my dad up in Spruce Grove and was overcome with the knowledge that I'm here in Bergen, my family's home for the past 29 years, and my parents are living in "someone else's house" that is surrounded by a ton of other houses in a suburb of Edmonton. It just seems so wrong. I'm sad. It's all good, but I'm really having to deal with it all.