There is something in a list. The ordered rows of words, or perhaps unordered and random just waiting to be made sense of. There was a time I kept a list of things that I wanted to do someday. I published it on the side of my blog to remind me, and perhaps to give hints to the handsome man I was so attracted to, and still am. I thought it would be fun to revisit my list, here, about 3 years later. I wonder what I would add? Now keep in mind I wrote this after having only lived in the US for about 2 years in a row. This was a list of things I wanted to do again or for the first time.

Do you keep lists? Any you want to share?