Ancestrial roots can be a funny thing. They show up in a variety of ways. That comfy feels like home feeling when visiting a place or the memory of the familiar, when everything around you, you thought was new to you. It's a soft and consistent prodding thought. A desire to go somewhere and the need to stay - just a little longer. And regardless of what we try to do, or how we try to resist, those roots are tethered enough and strong enough to yank us right back to where we belong and exactly when we belong there.