Something I've talked a lot about these last few weeks with my friends in and out of work is books. I love books. All kinds of books. I really love old books, used books, books that have character. People raise their noses to dirty, used, bent books, but I love them. I love books that people have highlighted, written in, dog-eared, etc. I like when people write their names in books and the next owner writes theirs and so on. I love book stores that you can get lost in, stores that have so much character that you find a new piece every time you go.
One of the floor supervisors at my work is amazing, he loves books as much as I do. His fiance goes to these really cool shops. I think we are going to go explore some shops in Portland. I love Powell's but they are too clean for me, I want to find the hole-in-the-wall bookstore that has a maze of shelves and the smell of old books greets you as you walk in.
I also want to find some older prints of some classic lit novels and some older prints of Shakespeare plays.
I just have books on the brain. I <3 to read. Reading to myself, reading at work, being read to, reading to others. (Though I'm not that good at reading the parts.)
Another thing that makes me happy up here in Beaverton is the way people think. The views of people up here are dramatically different than a lot of people in Salem. People here don't judge nearly as much. Some of the people I've met up here are helping me to have more confidence in my quirks. I'm happier being me. This is good.
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