Sometime after we met, we were in the process of moving Karl out of his home when we came across an application for a travel agency school located about a half-hour drive from our town. Interestingly, years earlier I had inquired about the same school. I took out my own box of travel dreams and found my application. We both saved the applications and flyers from our visits to the school (Karl at least completed his application). It was then that we realized the date of the class. Had we both attended, we would have been in the same class. Unfortunately, neither of us could afford the time or money to enroll back then. It seems our love story was destined to begin a few years later. It certainly feels like fate to us.