I live in Austin, Texas.
So it makes sense that when I go into my local book store to buy some books for my children to read, I’m less likely to go to the local bookseller, Amazon, and buy a paperback book.
Instead, I buy online.
In my hometown, it’s a little harder.
You can still buy a hardcover book online, and I’m more than happy to do that.
But I’m still not in a position to buy a book for my own children to use as they read.
I am, however, in a similar position to the one I was in when I was young, when I could borrow a book from my grandparents for the first time.
If my kids were going to read it, I wanted them to have a copy.
But when they did, I was more likely to buy the book and have the child read it.
That said, I’ve read quite a few books from my parents’ generation, and it’s been a very different experience from the experience I’m having now.
One thing I’ve learned from the bookseller experience is that there’s no need to be the hero of your own story.
Your own story should be a reflection of your family’s history.
I’m glad I read this book from a generation that’s living in the current reality of the United States, but I still need to understand why I can’t get my kids to read my books.
My kids have never read a book like this before, but the way my grandmother read her books was completely different than what they’ll read now.
So the book she used to read was an edited version of a book I’d bought for them, which is not what they’re going to have access to in the future.
I just can’t imagine what I would want them to read in the same way.
The bookseller I’ve been reading with my children is also from the past, and they’re not reading this book yet, either.
Now that I’m an adult, it has become harder to afford a home, even in Austin.
So it makes more sense to buy my own house and buy it out of state, or even buy a condo.
As long as I don’t end up living in a neighborhood I didn’t grow up in, I have a home that’s still worth buying.
Weirdly, my daughter is getting into the hobby of painting too.
This past weekend I was on a bike tour around my neighborhood with my daughter, and she decided to take a painting class.
It was cool.
It was a hobby she really enjoyed.
And it was a place where she could actually learn.
It’s something she’s really passionate about, and one of her favorite parts of the hobby is getting to work on the paint, which I think she’ll be really proud of.