Spam

So we drivin down the highway in California and I turn to Bridget and tell her I brought my autographed can of Spam with us. Her response in classic Bridget fashion was “Whattttt?” Followed by “We left so many things behind that we loved and you brought a can of Spam?” Nope, I brought two cans of Spam lol. As we were grabbing last things I saw my autographed can of Spam and I just couldn’t leave it, so I grabbed it. Then it made me wanna eat some Spam so I grabbed the last can we had in the pantry and brought that too lol.

Really it wasn’t so much about the can of Spam as it was about the memory attached to it. I got that can during our vacation in Oahu at the Spam Jam festival. That was the trip where we rode the trolly all over the island, where I got to chat with a local carver about wood types, where we snorkeled in Hanauma Bay, where we spent $50 to go to an awful sushi place just to find out the best sushi was three blocks from out hotel, it was the trip where Bridget bought me a ukulele made from my favorite Hawaiian wood Monkeypod, and the trip where we both got so grossed out by shrimp corpses that we didn’t eat shrimp again for another six months.  I hadn’t realized until that moment when I just couldn’t leave that Spam can behind that the reason it was so easy to let go of so many things but not certain things was not so much the value of it, but the memory it represents.

I am so very looking forward to making more great memories worth holding onto with my favorite person and pup on the planet. -Nolan