The Place of No Remembrance

I've visited there plenty of times myself. It's nice. Especially in the winter. Palm trees sway, Disney provides the soundtrack and the biggest concern is trying to figure out how you got there. But you don't really care all that much. You're just happy to be there. And even though you know you're forgetting something, you realize that what you're forgetting probably isn't worth remembering anyway. My grandma lives there now. I miss her. A lot. But I understand why she had to go. Sometimes when I visit I never want to leave. But I have to. Grandma, though... she finally saved enough and bought her one-way ticket. She deserves it. She knows she deserves it. And she's happy there in the Place of No Remembrance.