My grandfather used to say he came from mars, that he was a Martian here to check on us and make sure we are doing ok. As a kid I would chuckle at the idea, but there was always that side of me that wondered if there was truth behind his words. What if he just meant he wasn’t from this planet? And by planet he meant he didn’t belong in the “norm” of society. He didn’t live the way people wanted him to. In his own way he was saying to be different... to challenge beliefs and ideas, to explore other worlds. I remember looking up at the stars and he’d point and say there’s home. I feel This is partly where my need to explore comes from. Maybe what I’m searching for in the middle of the stars is his home, to stop by and say hello I hope you’re enjoying the view from up here grandpa.