When I went to college, one could’ve made the argument I spent more time researching personal interests than the assigned projects and papers I had for class. I won’t put up much of a defense. I grew up in a rural area, and although I was quite the bookworm, I was not prepared for the vast amounts of resources at my disposal as an undergrad. I was the proverbial kid in a candy store.
At the top of those interests were ocean liners and cruise ships, and I scoured every index possible, writing down every article, forming a master list from which further research would continue. A trip to boxes in storage revealed one: my packrat nature, and two: the master lists.
As life got in the way, these master lists were put on the back burner, and then the burner behind that one, and so on, and so forth. At first glance, I don’t believe there’s much overlap between the research then and the research now. While I’m hoping it stays that way, odds are the passage of time has caused duplications. C’est la vie.
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