A couple of weeks ago, Jen posted an interesting blog entry idea that had the following instructions:
Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me". I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions. You will update your own blog with the answers to the questions. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
Cool! I'm game! So I wrote Jen a little comment saying to interview me, and she came up with the following questions. Enjoy! And if you want to do the same, leave me a message in my comments :)
1) What was the best thing about returning to Shanghai? The feeling of returning home. I lived in Shanghai for 18 months, which, since September 2004, is the longest I've stayed in one place.
2) What are your next top three travel destinations? Dreaming: Turkey, India, Egypt. Realistically: England (Great Britain), Spain, Prague.
3) Why do you like to knit? Really I don't, I'm just afraid of disappointing Jen because of all the time she's put in teaching me :P Just kidding, I love it! I love the tactility. I love the work-at-your-own-pace, work-anywhere nature of it. I would have taken up weaving, but it's difficult to pack a loom into many of the handbags I own. I love the surprising social nature of it. Never did I think I'd bond with an old Korean woman on the subway without speaking a lick of the language.
4) What's your favourite childhood memory? Christmas season, 1986, Goose Bay, Labrador. One evening, in the weeks leading up to Christmas, my parents sent us across the road to our neighbours, the Croteaus, to be babysat while they ran some last minute errands. The Croteaus had two children, Krista and David, who were me and my brothers ages respectively and our friends. When my parents called later that evening to have us come home, neither of us wanted to because we were caught up in playing. Mrs. Croteau gently insisted we go home, so my brother and I waddled our way across the street in our snowsuits probably grumbling the entire way. When we came through our back door and shed our outer layers, my Dad called from the living room to come talk to him for a sec, and still a little disgruntled that they had called us away from a great play date, I half-heartedly wandered into the living room. My dad was in his recliner, and pulling me to his side, I looked down and saw a little, furry, ginger coloured kitten sitting on his lap. At 7 years old, I had wanted a kitten for as long as I could remember, and now this was my first. We named her Ginger and she lived through a cross-country move to Victoria, a big bearded collie we added to our family named Barney (he liked to walk over her when she was sleeping and then collapse on top of her), another kitten named TC, and the general abundance of adoration I shed on her.
5) What is your favourite Noraebong song to sing? Oh Bla Di Oh Bla Da by the Beatles or Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond. Everyone knows the tunes and most of the words, and they are some of the few songs where the melodic shouting I call singing is successfully masked as enthusiasm.