Travel memorabilia, I’ve realized, are mostly for other people who visit your home. In my experience, once a magnet goes up on the fridge, you stop noticing it altogether.
I like being reminded of the places I’ve been to.
I drink multiple cups of coffee every day, and each time I make one, I reach for a different mug. I don’t choose a cup consciously, nor do I pause to stare at it and recall where or when I bought it. But every now and then, lost in thought as I sip my coffee, I notice the mug in my hand—and my mind jumps to a small, happy memory from that place.
The memory is often fleeting, but I enjoy it thoroughly. It’s my amateur version of a throwback.
PS – All this changed after marriage. My wife doesn’t quite buy my logic—and to be fair, there is only so much space in the kitchen.