I have been thinking of doing this for a while and, like with many things, have put it aside time and time again. But today is different. Today I put pen to paper (metaphorically) and start writing about my world. It’s not a very big world but I am happy with it. And I’m hoping to share a bit of it with anyone that cares to follow along. If there is nobody out there, then at least it will offer a way of recording my experiences for posterity. Who knows, maybe I’ll become famous one day and this will all become important 🙂
Firstly a bit about myself. I am a librarian, and have been for about 10 years now. I really enjoy my job. It is quite different to what many people think a librarian does. People invariably make some comment about how it must be nice to work with books and to be able to sit and read all day long. However my job couldn’t be further from this (very common) misconception. Sure, there must be some librarians out there that still do much of their work with books, and children’s librarians may read books during storytelling times, however I work with a large academic library, and 99% of my time is spent in front of my computer in a cold little office. As I said though, I love it. There is a satisfaction in knowing that you have done your job well at the end of the day, and have delivered what you needed to. You can’t beat it when you are heading home in the evening knowing that you have done well.
My life is with my husband Allan. We have been together for only three years, but they have been the happiest three years of my life. Words cannot express how much this man means to me and how much I have grown as a person since meeting him. With him comes the most delightful daughter, Tanya, who makes me laugh every time I see her. I am really blessed to have both in my life. I only wonder why it took me so long to find them. The best things always come to us in the end though, don’t they – we only have to be patient and wait.
I’ll close with a lovely photo taken by Allan on a recent trip to Sydney. The weather was cold, but the water at Manly was beautifully clear.