Twenty Years

Me at the Cliffs of Moher, 1995

My sister, Regan, and I first visited Ireland together in September 1995. Twenty years and seven Irish adventures later, it is difficult for me to believe anything that happened in  my adult life could be twenty years ago.

I was 23 years-old, Regan 26. I have so many great memories from that trip. Of course, between sisters, there were a also few disagreements along the way!

I decided I want to go back twenty years and retrace the trip, here on the blog. I will need two things: my travel journal and my photo album. 

I know I have seen that journal over the years, as I shuffled papers and mementos from desk to file cabinet to plastic tote. I suspect it in storage in the basement. Maybe I will get at that on the weekend.  

The photo album is another story. The knob on bottom drawer of the built-in buffet in my dining room fell off in 1999, making it impossible to open by myself and it is nothing I ever think about when someone is over here. Next time Regan's over, we will get that drawer open and pull out the photo album.

I wonder what else I will find in that drawer?