The most shameful part is that friends and family keep giving my books, I can feel the pressure.
I used to live in Guadalajara –Mexico– it is where I developed my largest reading habit. It is as traditional as the second largest city in the country can be, and it is an absolute goldmine for books, I will always mention the « López de Cotilla » St. between the Templo Expiatorio Cathedral and the old University of Guadalajara building –The one in white and grey, with the golden dome–; it is full of used book stores. In « La Paz » Avenue there is a flea market where I found rare photographs of Corneliu Codreanu, Coins from Vichy France, Original Synarchist books, and even an original brass Hitler bust nonchalantly hanging out among teacups and Menorahs, there was also that time I lived next to the swaztika house –A restaurant called « La Mitotera »–. I took the habit of walking, something which I still do even if Tijuana –Where I now live– is not a very pedestrian-friendly city, I would then sit down at a restaurant or café and read while having dessert or just coffee, I would do that for dinner too but at my house.
Now I do not have those luxuries so I must find other ways to ease my transition into reading again, I bought an e-reader so I can hold all the material I need to read for the magazine I want to make (*wink, wink* >>3511
) with me. I much prefer physical books but this is better than reading only at my house from my computer. I also want to reimplement my tea habit, not only does it alleviate any need for fidgeting it is also a way to eat less, I have a sweet tooth but I have the rule to only eat high-quality treats or stuff made by me, and usually bite-size –The bad part is that I am a very competent pâtissier and I do not mind spending days making a single preparation, I should probably only eat pastries once a week–. Aside from those aids I recognize that I must put on some will power into it, which is a valuable lesson; that there are no real shortcuts in life and we should not expect them.
>It is definitely relaxing and I get a lot of thinking done.
The most relaxing experience I have had is bathing with a bucket. There is no noise from the shower, the gentile steam harms up your body and the sound of water and drops is relaxing. If I ever build a house I want my bathroom to have a reservoir so I can bath this way if I ever want to.