There’s something to be said about spontaneity.

Seems to always have a deeper impact than a well planned event

Driving to a diner at 11 is more fun than a well thought out trip to the lake house

A trip to Boston made better by uncertainty.

Maybe it’s that plans are the foundation for dissapointment

Expectations, not met

Wishes not fulfilled

Nothing known, nothing to hope for

Most of my fondest memories are of the simple things that weren’t intended to be memorable

Those that didn’t come to be what was hoped fade into obscurity only to be recalled when someone else mentions, never by nostalgia.