Portraits from an amnesiac

I had a blog from a long time ago - way back when I was in the States - that grace had designed for me. I had some problems when blogspot required that everyone use a gmail account to sign in to their blogs. So I lost the old blog.

Not that I had written in it anyway. I've always been quite uncomfortable writing about my personal life on a blog.

So why start? I realize that I'm at the chapter in my life when opportunities are aplenty, and idealism has not lost its vigor. So I want to remember the aspirations that I have today, if not the person that I am. Many of my friends have been vexed by my inability to remember activities that we did together, or things that we shared with one another. I often say that it's because I'm always looking ahead, rather than looking back. Sometimes, though, it is fascinating to look back.

I wanted to be a writer when I was young. It was like a forgotten childhood ambition, until I read this book that my friend had lent me, written by a Russian author I.S. Turgenev. He had an aptitude for capturing the thoughts of his characters with such astuteness that not many modern writers I know have been able to. His narrative had the ability to awaken my senses, and it captivated me so that I would get a fright should someone walk into the room that I had painted over with the 1800s Russian countryside.

So I thought again about my childhood ambition to write. Maybe one day. :)

P.S. The design and layout of this blog is a tribute to grace, for her painstaking work in my first one!