My memory is pretty sh*te. In computer geek talk, I would say all I seem to have is volatile, random access memory. I don't think I have a terrabyte drive up there as a vast repository of info. If there's any non-volatile memory storage there, it's most likely a tiny little flash drive full of Dave Matthews songs and Barney Stinson catchphrases.
There is a point to this post, I swear.
The great thing about having this blog is that it helps me remember things. If I like something enough to write a post about it, then it was probably sorta memorable. This blog has served as offsite back-up storage for me, if you will. Can't remember where I had those amazing polenta sticks in Charlottesville? The blog can. Need to be reminded why Hemingway's favorite combo of absinthe and champagne is just not a good idea? The blog can slap some sense into me (or at least say "I told you so") if needed.
Today, it reminded me of something I wanted quite badly a year and a half ago. But it didn't exist then, and I prayed fervently to my guardian angel to please tell this particular artist to make the wall art of my dreams. Well, my guardian angel came through. The lovely Julie of Famille Summerbelle made a cutout map of my beloved New York.
It took me awhile to realize it now exists, but now that I've discovered it, I MUST HAVE IT. I guess my nesting phase is not winding down just yet ...