On this trip to the land of my birth I haven't felt quite the same enthusiasm as in previous visits for engaging in the newspapers and magazines on offer and getting acquainted with what's available in the bookshops and music stores (of which there are significantly fewer.) I bought three CDs yesterday but didn't exactly feel compelled to do so. Similarly with books - just two purchases.
I suppose the fact that I can easily buy stuff online if I wish to can be factored into this, taking the urgency out of making purchases. But I think there's something deeper going on. On the positive side this might be seen as me developing a greater sense of discipline in my reading and listening; on the negative, the waning of my enthusiasm for exploring pastures new might just be a product of growing old and tired.
I'm genuinely not sure which of these is true. Perhaps the two are somehow mixed? And perhaps the year ahead might provide further clues as to my state of mind.
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