On the plane last week I was asked what country Mt. Everest is in and I couldn’t remember. “Africa?” I said questioningly, knowing that Africa is a continent, not a country; no, that’s Mt. Kilimanjaro, said the cute dad with whom I was having this conversation. “I’m mortified that I can’t remember — China pops into my head but honestly — that’s one of those things I have to look up when I need it,” I told him.
But last night I was able to sing from memory:
Is a feeling I never outgrew
And though each and every part of me has tried
Only you can fill that space inside
And there’s no sense pretending
It’s not mending
Just when I thought I was over you
Just when I thought I could stand on my own
Those mem’ries come crashing through
And I can’t go on without
I eventually remembered that Mt. Everest is in Nepal. Or wait, Tibet. Oh dear. So I looked it up and found out it’s in both.