Went back to our old house today.
I walked, which took me across central Yerevan and then up the Cascades. (That's several hundred feet of climbing stairs, but I needed the exercise.)
Some things had changed: a new highway running along the old rail line, where I'd walked along the tracks back in the day. Most things had not: the big, half completed housing development around the corner is still half complete. The communal garbage bins are still overflowing. The little vendor where we used to buy chocolate surprise eggs for the boys was still there.
The house was empty: scabs of unshoveled snow in the driveway, drifts of unraked leaves around the courtyard. I opened the front gate, went up to the windows and looked in. Someone had been living there -- dishes washed and piled beside the sink, an ironing board glimpsed in the living room -- but not recently.
There were a lot of magpies around.