Can we just talk about libraries for a minute, and how they’re the best thing ever?
There’s just something about a library. As a kid, it was one of the few places that I could walk to from my house, so I spent a lot of time there, especially in the summer. I know that my library can’t be the only one with amazing air conditioning. I remember walking through the shelves, looking at books I would probably never read, in awe of the fact that I could read them if I wanted to. When I was very young, I took my Grandma to the library to show her the “foreign language” section, and she sat on a stool, engrossed in one of the books with the tiniest print. I distinctly remember once asking one librarian if there was a limit to how many books I could check out, and her reply:
“Um…I think maybe thirteen?”
And you can bet I wobbled out of that library with thirteen books stacked in my arms, ready to hike back home.
When I moved to Maryland a few years ago, one of the first things I did was find the closest library. They needed a piece of mail as proof of residence, but I hadn’t officially moved in yet, so I showed them a cell phone picture of my lease–and it worked. I loved adding that library to part of my day-off little routine: walking to get groceries, switching out some books at the library, then grabbing a coffee and sitting down to read.
I think that belonging to a library ties you to something. All of the book lovers are united (and random people using the computers for Craigslist or those just looking for a quiet place to nap). Just going to the library is one of my favorite things to do.
Since moving to Okinawa, I have been lucky enough to find a library. I have had so much fun so far getting to try all of the food and explore my little neighborhood–and can’t wait to see even more!