I found this beauty in an old mansion house in the English countryside.
Whenever I visit old castles or houses I always enjoy the library most. Until now, I’ve only lived in small student apartments where space was rare. But these people, they had an entire room just for books and reading!
I love books.
They remind me of so many Saturday mornings I spent in bed reading. My parents actually forbade my sister and me to get up before 8 a.m., so we would patiently wait in bed until the clock moved past 07:59 a.m. Then we switched on the light, pulled out our 1000+ pages novels and read until our parents woke up.
A well written book is as refreshing as a two week vacation.
Through letters and images on paper the story draws you in and leads you into a completely different world. For a while you get to escape your present and dive you into someone else’s life, problems and dreams.
No movie or CGI creator can match the fantastic world you create in your mind, pages come to life in a way only you can create.
As I got older and busier in life, time to read became scarce.
Most nights I am too tired to focus on anything.
Most weekends my mind is racing with to do’s, so I’m not relaxed enough to just read.
Nevertheless, I miss reading.
Letting go and traveling into a story so.different from my own.
After all, there’s hope.
Hope that I will make time for pleasure, reading, calming down.
Hope that one day I will have a room full of books. Classics, novels, encyclopedias, research.
Narratives of a life well lived.
Space to relax, breathe, escape into somewhere else.
Welcome to Day 4 of 31 Days of Mundane Narratives! For the month of October I will be a storyteller. Together with a few friends we will browse the forgotten photos in our galleries and tell the stories that are so often lost in busyness.
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