Moments aren’t planned. Theyre delivered

The most important time never feels planned.
Old Fort Mac friends, different paths, same island, same moment. No schedules, no expectations — just shared music, food, games, and the kind of time that feels like it showed up for us. Hired a private boat to tour us around islands. Ko Rap was full of pigs, the crew danced and snorkeled and napped. It was pure enjoyment. From sun up until down.

No itinerary could have made that happen. Life scattered us, shaped us, pulled us into different versions of ourselves — and somehow still returned us to the same dock. Pun intended. A reminder that the bonds formed early don’t disappear; they wait. And when they resurface, it’s never loud or dramatic — just familiar, easy.Read more