I have begun about a half-dozen blogposts over the past several months, all of which I intend to finish writing, but I find that scanning is one of those OCD-type activities that tends to overpower other kinds of good intentions. This said, with literally tens of thousands of docs and photos scanned and either sorted or underway (let's not talk about the OCD-ness of sorting, OK?), I am going make an effort to "regularly" wrench myself away from the scanning and sorting and do some writing based on what I've been coming across—not just the events and memories, but also some reflections about curating and preserving and cataloguing.

Although I've labeled this entry as a placeholder, there's a complete thought here: the other day I observed to Mr Mo that our memoirs will read much like a travelogue — and this is especially true of our lives since we moved to Europe. I said what I did in a slightly disparaging way, as though there's something wrong with a "travelogue life." I take it back, particularly as I have come across photos of relatives who essentially have not ever really traveled or who choose not to travel. It's a cliché, perhaps, to say that travel is enriching, but I think it's true. But it isn't the lack of travel that is in and of itself impoverishing, but rather… the lack of travel physically + the lack of travel intellectually, by which I mean not reading books or materials that lead to imagination, that stretch the boundaries of one's experience and comfort.

(In fairness, I can't say I've spent enough time with some of these relatives, nor with certain friends, some “erstwhile,” so I'm not in a position to know how they pass their time—even if it is obvious that they do not or cannot travel. Moreover, while I suspect there's a correlation between this lack of travel/reading/etc. and their political and social views, that's both entirely too facile and completely inductive. I'd like it to be true, saith the snob.)

Well, that's a digression, to say the least. The point is that I'm no longer slightly embarrassed about all the places we've been and the things we've seen and done. And I'm grateful that we've been able to travel, grateful that we were able to give our children the opportunity to travel and experience a larger world. I'm grateful, too, to have had good teachers, to have learned to read and think and imagine and all of that.

More to follow, good intentions and a renewed dollop of self-discipline willing.