This has been my favorite weekend spot for many years. I never wanted to go home from here. This became my solace especially after NR's birth. I anxiously wait for a chance to visit this place. When I go there, I forget the world. I am in a different world altogether. Can you guess the place?
Well, it’s my library. CB and I spent every weekend afternoon in our library. We are both book-a-holics . I read anything and everything and he is into tech /sports /political stuff only. Our library moved to this new location couple year’s back. This is our favorite walking spot filled with beautiful creeks, ponds and walkways like any English garden .
Our new library has glass walls facing the pond and trails. This is the view I get , sitting inside a comfy sofa in the library.
(Photos taken early fall (last year) using my camera phone. Never expected such good quality photos from it )
After NR’s birth, I get my well deserved "me" time for couple hours every week in our library while papa happily spends his time with his son. I spend 3- 4 hrs weekly reading all my favorite magazines. The first one will always be “Architectural Digest”. The only time I wanted to be filthy rich is when I read “AD”. All those gorgeous mansions/villas on spectacular location kindle the desires for more money.
On the days I take off or leave early from work, I come to our library with my take out lunch. I sit and eat my lunch in the bench overlooking the pond. After finishing my lunch/evening snack, I usually spend couple of hours in the library and finish my day taking a long walk with CB.
Who said not having a baby is not fulfilling? hee hee, Now I know whoever said such statements to me all these years, are the people (especially women with kids) who were burning with envy about my happy,care free extended honey moon like life .
Anybody reading this post, who is so depressed about not having a baby (thanks to society and friends) should know they are specially blessed by god . God loves you so much that he wants you to be happy FOREVER. With baby comes not just the hard work but perennial worrying phase till we die. I don't mind the hard work and sacrifice at all, but constant worries just stinks.
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