I don’t have this great need to look at my past and wonder where I’d be if I taken one route for another.

I don’t know if that makes me unique, normal, abnormal, whatever. I know the path that got me here and I’m glad for all the ups and downs that led me here.

I can honestly say I’m pretty content with my life. Again I don’t know how that compares to other people, but I suspect I do less reminiscing than most people.

We visited a park on Sunday that was in Sam’s hometown. It is her 100% favorite childhood park. Lots of memories for her and she was finally able to share.it with me and our girls.

And it was nice too. Beautiful day, if a little chilly. Quiet, not too busy. Pretty ideal for us to visit because we don’t have many reasons to visit Sam’s hometown, and don’t know when we’d have the chance again. The park has changed a lot from what Sam remembered. Not in a good or bad way, but was just different.

On the way there Sam pointed out places and memories that are important to her. We had, for a brief moment, considered moving there and Sam asked if I thought we could have made it work. I replied that we could have – which is the truth. But I think we could make just about anyplace work.

Visiting my hometown is different for sure. I have family there – which is always the driving force for a visit there, but Sam’s parents have passed and her brothers live elsewhere. So a visit to her hometown is filled with mostly memories, not people.

What’s that saying, you can never enter the same stream twice, or something like that.