Thursday, March 20, 2014

A Place to Read

When my husband and I were house hunting in 2001, people told me that when I found the right house, I'd "know". I was skeptical, as I'm not a person who generally believes in love at first sight in any context. And we were in the midst of a frustrating search for a house in our price range during the housing boom.

Then, we walked in the front door of a house that had been on the market for a month (unusual at that time) but which we had somehow missed before. I was immediately charmed by the gleaming hardwood floors and the open floor plan of the first level, with a formal dining room blending into a large living room area. But as I took several steps inside, I looked to my left, and my husband knew by the look on my face that I had found my house. On the south side of the living room was a sunroom, a 10 x 7 foot area surrounded on three sides by windows. I could envision myself spending many a weekend afternoon curled up here with a book and a cup of tea. And this vision has come true, though more often than not my lazy afternoons reading also include a nap.

I've never been much of an outdoors person, and while I have romantic notions of reading in the sun during balmy weather, in reality this rarely is conducive to allowing me to relax enough to sink into a book. If I set up a lawn chair in my backyard and grab an iced tea, the elements tend to conspire against me. Finding a level place to set up the chair can be a challenge, and breeze and bugs can be detrimental to my full enjoyment.

In the evening, when there is not enough sunlight for me to enjoy my favorite reading place, I have a cozy armchair in the living room, where I sit surrounded by my bookshelves. Rather than tea, a glass of red wine is more likely to be by my side. 

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