I own a book shop. It’s quiet and cozy and smells like coffee, ink, and pumpkin pie spices. My book shop sits on the corner of the town market place, I love it here because I get to meet the most interesting people. I guess it helps that I carry every book anyone could ever want and somehow never run out of them.
Where is my adventure? You know, the one with meeting people, going places, seeing the sights, and experiencing new things.
The one where my imagination takes the wheel and I’m in the passenger seat taking pictures, writing stories, drawing everything, and asking questions about everything going on around me. Continue reading “My Adventure. . .”