Well, actually, I have thought it for a while but never got around to it. Until today. Why today, one might ask. For the simple reason that I am currently reading Fältetnologi (Field Ethnology) by Swedish ethnologist Karl-Olov Arnstberg. His text brought back memories of doing archaeological field work in the Trobriand Islands, Papua New Guinea some ten years ago. At night, after a long, hot and humid day's work in the bush, I'd sit on the veranda of our palm-leaf hut in the middle of the village and write in my field-journal. What a great way of getting some distance and perspective on things!
It has been a decade since then, a decade which involved moving from Sweden to Canada, of marriage, home-renos, dog-ownership and raising young children. A decade that saw me becoming a Canadian, of working in a field where I had never pictured myself and then, in the last year of that decade, re-discovering what I really want and love to do. It meant going back to school, and by doing so I also remembered how much I love reading, how much I love learning and how much I love writing.