In spring of 2012, Dumpty and I went out for a six mile jog. As usual, Dumpty outpaced me (I blame this on my short legs) and I soon lost sight of him. We eventually met up again and he told me the most unusual thing. He said that his earplugs kept falling out, so he ran without music and the solitude got him thinking…he proposed traveling around the world for six months to a year. I nodded my head with enthusiasm, but fully knew it was never going to happen. We weren’t ready for the financial commitment and the career sacrifice. But I indulged him. It temporarily made us both excited before we had to return to the “reality” of our lives. Three months later we found ourselves shopping for two backpacks! This is the one and only case that I loved eating my own words.