I have that ~340K-word travel log that I’ve been trying to get caught up almost since first starting to write about my past travels in 2005.
I love how writing things like this out lets old memories come to the surface, how things I’ve long forgotten weren’t really forgotten, but rather buried somewhere retrievable in my brain. It’s wild how those old, blurry memories come into crystal-clear focus.
Similarly, I locked myself out of the house the other day. Not to worry, I have a key hidden outside.
Well, that key wasn’t where I thought it was. Then I remembered moving it while having outside work done on the house a few years back. But it wasn’t there either. Crap, where was it?
Then, the old memory of needing a better hiding spot and an easier one to access came into focus. Razor sharp focus, in fact. I got the key, went inside, and, no, no didn’t sit at my desk to type, but rather just smiled at the thought of how we pull up memories.
