When I’m preparing to travel, one of my most necessary — but most dreaded — tasks is to erase the former trip’s photos from my cameras’ memory cards.
As I tackled the task once again this morning, I thought of all the treasured memories those tiny silicon chips contained: Thanksgiving dinner in Paris; four days in Freiburg; strolling through the Christmas market on the Champs Elysée; watching a building come down; meeting a fellow blogger; browsing in an ancient wine shop.
The memories remain, of course, even if the data is gone. But this morning it struck me that there’s something deeply symbolic about the task of erasing my cards: To be open to new travel experiences, I have to let go of the past.
Over the next two weeks, I’ll see many dear friends and old haunts. But who knows what new adventures await among those cherished faces and places?
I hope you’ll join me as I set off to find out.