Bookmarks
Once upon a time, I bookmarked a museum I wanted to visit in the area. At least, I thought I did. I haven’t been able to find the bookmark in any browser folder, but I have fallen down a rabbit hole of things I once believed I needed to be able to find again.
Recipes, Facebook profiles, websites with airline seat maps, and random board games I remembered from childhood. It’s like pawing through a massive junk drawer of information.
60% of the time, I wonder why I thought the link was important. 40% of the time, I am so happy to see the site again and remember the search that brought me there.
I’ve left all of the bookmarks in place so I can enjoy them again months from now when I can’t remember another thing and go searching for it.
P.S. Does anyone remember the small museum that I once mentioned? Not Planet Word. Something with historical artifacts. I vaguely remember that the museum was so small that only 12 people could enter at a time, and you needed a reservation to visit.
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I don’t recall this museum, but could you please post when you remember? It sounds fascinating!
Apart from the word museum, you’d posted about the broken relationships one… https://www.stirrup-queens.com/2021/08/museum-of-broken-relationships/
I apparently love to add bookmarks and then never look at them again.