Missing going to the library

I miss having a library nearby. To be able to just pop in and stroll aroud browsing the shelves for inspiration. To sit down with a cup of tea and read for hours. To have a whispering chat with a stranger. To find new friends on old yellowing pages. To have a hideout when everyday life gets too much.
It’s been six years since I had a library to go regularly to, and even longer since I actually did. No wonder I’m low on inspiration. True, I buy books – a lot of books even. But once they’re there in the shelf they’re not new anymore; they drift out of focus. At a library it’s instant intake, there and then. You sit with a pad and a pen and jot down little thoughts that drift by.
I wish I lived more in the centre of town. For lots of reasons, but this is one of the important ones.

lotta

Web veteran, journalist, blogger since 1998, loves creativity and originality, photography and her family. [More]

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