So today I returned back to a part of Old Home, to the places that The Ravishing Mrs. TB and I lived when we first got married. It is a fortuitous occurrence in this week of our wedding anniversary.
It is an odd thing, traveling the highways and roads that I traveled 23 years ago when we first got married. As I write this, I sit in the same town where we first lived when we got married. I had dinner 5 doors down from the print shop that I worked at then. The print shop is gone, replaced by some other business, but the streets still remain the same.
A flood of memories invoked themselves unasked, in some ways memories from a time long passed. Before children. Before my career field that I am in now. Before so many things of the things that figure into our lives even existed. In some ways a very very different me.
But not a me I would necessarily change.
So many different paths over the years, so many chances to chose another course that led somewhere else or to something else. Occasionally I wonder what those paths might have been.
I find myself content.