Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Naturally, all this would be addressed in due time.
‘We need more blankets,’ my wife yelled from the top of our new staircase as I was grabbing the car keys.
Blankets and books, I said to myself. I need a few good books.
I imagined the warm sun coming in through our sliding glass doors as I flipped through picture books of Iceland and Hokkaido and a dozen US National Parks. I had a couple of kids’ adventure books from Germany. I had a series of books on learning Mandarin, along with a variety of books on Japan – the language, the culture and a smattering of literature in the Japanese original. My wife kept handy a stock of travel magazines; I would add a few tomes on the world’s major religions. Together, these rows of printed and bound treasures would serve as the catalyst of my aspirations.