To return to my hometown...

I was only five when our family had to move away from our small town in Indiana, right where Lake Michigan was. Whenever I think of my childhood home, I think of the lake we lived by, and to be honest, I kinda miss having quick access to a lake.

That's why whenever I turn 18, I'm thinking about returning to my hometown, at least for a week. Not only am I wanting to see how the lake is, I want to search for the house-like complex I lived in. I remember the house being a baby blue and I'm wondering if it's still there.

I also wonder if my relatives from there are still around. Maybe one of them could recgonize me even if they saw me as a tiny toddler.