I’m not really a souvenir person. I don’t need a trinket to remind me of a place. I believe in fully experiencing a city, or in some cases – a country, and then the memories are embedded in my soul forever. Then, all it takes is a familiar song, a picture, or a smell – and those memories come flooding back.
Well, a few years ago – during my big world-traveling blitz, I found a souvenir that I just had to have. I was standing in line at a Starbucks in Manila, and I saw their “City Mug” collection. Now this was something I could collect – something that was actually usable and would remind me of a place I’d visited.
So, fast-forward a few years. I was out of regular coffee mugs today, so I reached for one of my Starbucks City Mugs. And I grabbed the Seoul one. And I remember buying that mug on my last day in Seoul – and being so conflicted inside.
I was supposed to move there. I had a job there. I didn’t have a home in the US anymore. But I just couldn’t do it. I knew that day that I couldn’t move there. But how in the hell was I going to get out of that one?
I did get out of it – and it took me about a year to get my life straightened back out. And it was absolutely the right decision. So, today, as I sit here with my fiber muffin and coffee – and Keithy by my side – I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. No, I’m not living abroad in some strange city having wild adventures. But this domestic life thing – this love thing – is even more a wild adventure for me. I’ve been there and travelled that, but this relationship stuff is foreign to me. I think I need a City Mug for that.