
Leave home, leave the country, leave the familiar. Only then can routine experience -- buying bread, eating vegetables, even saying hello -- become new all over again."
This is from Four Seasons in Rome by Anthony Doerr, the slim book that is currently on my beside table and that I dip into periodically during the day when I get tired of the reading that I am doing for work and research.
It is a lovely book. I have never been to Rome and imagine I might like it even more if I had been. But the words about journal writing are what caught my eye last night and what I woke up thinking about this morning.
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