Thom and I like to travel. Today we chose to take a trip heading south because Tony is always asking me to go “down there.”

It is odd coming to a place that you once knew and now you meet it again. On a perfect day. With an adult budget and the ability to indulge. Both odd, and wonderful. You can never predict the agency you might acquire as you get older and begin to hold on to things.

Returning to the past never quite works. But sometimes it doesn’t hurt. My nostalgia is gushing.

We are traveling with strangers and we are doing okay. I dictate plenty of the stops and they don’t seem to mind. I post lots of pictures to acknowledge the moment. And now at bedtime I look at “liked” posts on Facebook and obsessively scroll through my library of photos that remain on my phone.

This trip, and most I take with him, has taught me that if I can go to sleep and wake up next to the same man that I love it doesn’t matter where we are because I am already in the right place.

But trips are still going to be fun.