In anticipation of summer, I’m going through the usual routine of imagining how I’ll spend those endless hours lounging in the sun. For me, a big chunk of that time will (hopefully) be spent reading. I usually don’t set lists of what books I want to read in the near future because it changes with my mood. However, summer is when I do most of my reading during the year, so I thought I’d make a list of a few books that I want to get to in the next few months since I’ll have a lot of time.
Memory is a strange thing. How does one decide what to keep and what to throw away? Sometimes you try your hardest to remember a particular moment in time, but no matter how hard you hold on, it slips away and is lost forever. I like to think that there is an invisible world where lost memories live. It’s right in our own world, we just can’t see them. Your lost memories are all around you, floating right above your head. Every once in a while one will break through the barrier between our world and theirs and for a moment, the tiniest fraction of a moment, you will remember that long lost summer day or a dream you thought you would never see again. This happens to me often and brings me a lot of happiness when a memory suddenly washes over me. I want to document a few of these fleeting moments and what better way to do it than with alliteration?
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When I was about six years old, my parents sold their business and bought an RV. Along with the vehicle came with a VHS titled “Go RVing”. Caught up in the excitement of a shiny new purchase and the promise of weekends spent in the wilderness, we popped the tape into our VCR and gathered around the TV. I was immediately entranced. The screen showed images of happy families with a variety of RVs swimming in pristine lakes and laughing by the campfire. Grandparents lounged in the shade while children scampered along the river in perfectly clean clothing. It was a paradise, and one that was promised to me with our own RV. It’s embarrassing to look back on it now, but the tape quickly became my favourite “movie”, and I watched it at least once on every trip (groans inwardly). I don’t know why I loved it so, but I remember laying in front of our tiny TV in our RV after a long day outdoors and watching the perfect nuclear family give a tour of their RV. I had forgotten all about this tape until GoRVing popped up on my Instagram feed a few days ago. How simple childhood was.
How are you? How have you been? I haven’t seen you in such a long time. I miss you. And I know that it’s entirely my fault for letting our relationship dwindle, but I’m writing to say that I’m ready to change. I want to be friends again. Remember those lazy summer days and worn out nights? We used to spend so much time together, and now I hardly ever see you except for a few hours each night. I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you when you warned me about School all those years ago, but it just seemed so exciting at the beginning and lured me in with promises of knowledge and friendships. I was very wrong, and believe me when I say that I truly regret ever abandoning you for School, which turned out to just be Homework in disguise.
Please come back to me. I feel so lost without you. I miss you a whole lot.
I love books. I love reading them, I love buying them, I love looking at them, I love talking about them, and I love making blog posts about them. It’s an obsession, and one that I don’t want to get rid of any time soon.
Beyond just reading a book for its story, I also enjoy the physical object of it, which is why I try to buy the most beautiful edition of a book whenever I can. I believe in appreciating a book for its design and appearance, in addition to the story itself. In my quest for the perfect library, I’ve found that I gravitate towards editions of classic books. One of my favourite such collections are the Canterbury Classics’s Leatherbound Classics.
As of January 2015 there are eighteen books in this collection, and all of them equally beautiful. I first came across two in Costco a few years ago and immediately purchased them. As I did more research I discovered that there were more than just the two that I had. Thus began my unhealthy obsession with buying (and reading, of course) all of them.
Each book in the collection has a lovely front and back cover, as well as gorgeous end papers and golden edges. They also each come with a handy little ribbon bookmark. Not to mention all of the books published in this edition are so good and include some of my favourite stories. I think I’m in love.
These editions are fairly affordable as well, coming in at under $15 wherever I’ve found them. This is usually in Costco, Chapters (which I think is only in Canada), as well as online retailers such as Amazon.
I hope you have enjoyed looking at my beautiful books. They’re lovely and I stroke them every night before I fall asleep (kidding) (maybe). If you have absolutely no interest in reading, then I apologize and hope I didn’t come across as too much of a maniac. I believe that I must say this post was in no way sponsored, although I feel quite ridiculous typing this since no one is going to read it anyway. This was really just an excuse for me to look at my books instead of doing actual work.
The only death that doesn’t cause grief is that of a year.
2014 is old and dying and chugging out its last few days, but it goes unnoticed for people are already pushing it aside in anticipation of the New Year. And as I am one of those people, I think it’s high time to get with the crowd and make some New Year’s Resolutions.
I am determined, she says to herself firmly, to actually make reasonable goals and stick to them. I’m going to ignore my track record of the past and say that 2015 looks like a good year for resolutions. Yes, indeed, I’m liking the look of it. So here they are, my definitely doable and not at all unreasonable goals for what I will achieve in the next 365 days or so.
Complete the 50 Books Challenge
Starting this off with a bang. I have no idea what makes me think I can do this, considering that I didn’t even meet my goal of 25 books this year. But go big or go home, right? One book a week isn’t that bad. This is absolutely achievable. Yes. Moving on.
Keep On Blogging Away
For this, I shall keep my standards low. One post a month for twelve months. Easy.
But I actually do want to build my blog. It’s something I enjoy doing so I’m going to put in some effort this year.
The “E” Word
Every New Year’s Resolution list has to have an exercise goal. Mine will be to get at least 150 minutes of “Daily Physical Activity” in every week. I say this because it’s actually a requirement for school and so far I may or may not have been telling untruths. So yes. Exercise. Not at all daunting.
Learn How to Fend For Myself in the Wild (i.e. university)
University is looming ahead (this is a whole other blog post, don’t even get me started), and if I’m going to be living on my own in the future, I’m going to need to be able to sustain myself. That means learning to cook, an area in which I am horribly lacking in skill.
It may not be immediately obvious from my previous blog posts about absolutely nothing, but I don’t get out much. I know, surprising. So my last, cliché resolution is simply to enjoy the world more. I will endeavor to get out and explore everything from my own neighbourhood, to my city, to (hopefully) the whole world. And in a way that doesn’t hurt my poor wallet any more than this shopping season has.
There. Five Resolutions. Shouldn’t be too hard, she says desperately trying to reassure herself.
Funny thing: Making this list has gotten me really excited for the coming year. I’m seeing this bright white expanse unfolding before me in my mind, with “2015” hanging over it in marquee lights. I’m getting giddy at the thought of a brand new year. And what a nice number, too.
So, 2014, it has been lovely getting to know you. Although we have had our disagreements, you have treated me well and I will remember you fondly. It is with loving arms that I push you aside and eagerly greet your Heir. 2015, I’m looking forward to a bumpy and beautiful year.
I hope everyone has a Happy New Year!
So that was, what, one week? It must be a new record.
I have a bad habit of starting things and never finishing them. I see something that motivates me to begin a big project and for a few days it is all I can think about. My energy is spent solely on that one thing, and it becomes a sort of obsession. That was how it was with this blog. For weeks I was completely fixated on documenting my life. My world transformed into a landscape of blog ideas. Everything I set my eye on was a potential post. I was so set on starting this blog that, when I finally did take the plunge, it felt like all the energy I had put into it was washed away with that first click of the Publish button. It wasn’t immediate; the lustre rubbed off slowly. By the second post, it was almost all gone. That, combined with the time-consuming phenomenon of living, left very little desire to keep writing.
Of course, I never intended to stop. When a week had passed since my last post, and I felt that it was about time for another, I did the all too familiar self-promise, where I told myself that’s okay, I’ll do it tomorrow. Then tomorrow turned into a week, which turned into a month, which somehow transformed into two months, which then turned into today.
Actually, I’m only writing this because I got distracted from some schoolwork that I should be doing. But why is this? I know I’m not the only person who starts something with the full intention of following through with it, sees something shiny and new, and promptly abandons the first project. Self-proclaimed experts might assign this short-attention-span routine to my generation, but I don’t think it is confined to just the people born between this year and that year. Moreover, I also don’t think that it should be seen as a defining characteristic of a generation. It’s a defining characteristic of the world we live in now. The technology of today didn’t exist 50 years ago, and so the opportunities facing us now weren’t available to our grandparents. We have so many choices and so many things we want to do, that it’s easy to get distracted. I’m not saying this is necessarily good or bad, it’s just reality.
However, I digress (as per usual). I’m writing this post as a(nother) promise to myself that I will actually try to keep up with this blog. My life isn’t actually all that interesting though, and my ideas aren’t exactly world-shattering, but I’ll try anyway. Who knows how far I’ll get, but hopefully it will be more than a week.