It took me awhile to figure out what to say here, but I decided to just let the picture speak for themselves. We did find Kurt Cobain's boyhood home, but there's a family living there and it's been remodeled. We didn't feel right disturbing them, or even taking any pictures of it from the outside. Sitting under the bridge where Kurt Cobain wrote songs, played, and hung out with his friends before he became an icon was a surreal and somber experience. Nirvana is one of my favorite bands, but it's so heartbreaking to know that the singer, songwriter, and face behind the band was so sad and fighting with himself in his own head. Depression takes some of the best people from this world. I miss his words and thoughts on the world, especially now that I am in my 40s. I wish he was here still. Long live Kurt and his memory.
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