Moscow, ID

These posts are rarely in real-time. Meaning, I could post about a place well after I've visited them. I have wondered if this multiverse like delay defeats the purpose of this little blog, "If a place you've visited could be your future home, shouldn't you write about it sooner? While the memories are fresh?" Each time the wonder sets in, I come to the same conclusion though, how I don't trust my recent sun-, sugar-, or sleep-soaked vacation memories. And then there's that whole "Hindsight is 20/20" thing.

In another world, my delayed vacation memories would often float up on yet another commute, another Monday. Today is Monday, and in this world of "wfh" (that feels close to "wtf"), there are no commuting daydreams. The memories now arise through related images, words, or sounds. "What about Moscow, ID? What do they think about this mess?"

Boise, ID

If I read Cosmopolitan rather than making fun of it, I might not have used the words hankering and Boise in the same sentence on a first date. Alas I did, thankfully he laughed. Though I'm still not sure what's funny about the sentence, "You know, I've always had a hankering to visit Boise". Definitely not flirtatious, but funny? At least his reaction seemed genuine, a rarity on such occasions. I'll just add this to my list of accomplishments.

Looking back, I could've used "wanted" instead of "hankering" but that would've implied longing. I wanted to visit Boise, but I didn't long for it enough to use my precious vacation days there. It was a hankering, an odd hankering which began at the grocery store. For a few years Boise seemed to be on every checkout magazine list, "Top Ten Cities to Live In", "Boomtowns for Entrepreneurs", "Best Places to Live". Eventually the media conditioned my travels because the hankering turned into a need and I had to stop in Boise on my way to Utah.