Whence

I used to think I wanted to go to Egypt. For years. Allureded by lores of Babylon and Death on the Nile by Agatha Christie. Sure! Buy me the ticket!

If surveyed on top of the list of spots to visit, there it would sit, loud and proud! (OK, maybe not loud, given my self-diagnosed sensory integration disorder.)

After all, that's "where it all began"!

And...

now I don't care as much. It was so long ago.