1992. Twenty two years old. My first visit to Walt Disney World.
Traveling with my brother, his wife, and my parents, we stayed at a Travelodge on Route 192, and ate breakfast, almost every day, at a little Waffle House across the parking lot. Sitting there, with the early morning sun coming through the windows, planning our days, bellies full of hearty american fare, it all felt so carefree. That feeling, and in particular, enjoying those experiences with family, meant the world to me.
2014. Twenty two years later, the opportunity to revisit my past presented itself, and was too much to resist. Accompanied this time by my wife and daughters, we stopped by for a late breakfast, taking the table by the window, bathed in morning sunlight. Once again, the sensation of insouciance washed over me. Enjoying sharing the experience with my own family, the familiarity of it all was overwhelming, the staff friendly and accommodating as always. Sadly, we lost my father back in 2011, but today, the elements of location and nostalgia were conspiring, and for a brief moment, I was once more enjoying coffee with my Dad, and wondering what to do with the day.
Smiling to myself, I took a sip, and wallowed a while....