I'm a Reader!
Growing up, I would not have classified myself as a reader. Little did I know that by the time I hit 30, I would be reading at least a book a week; if not more. Reading for classes growing up was bad enough, but reading for fun? Not my thing!
So what changed?
I moved from Minnesota to California when I was 22; my younger brother had moved out there while I was going to college. After I finished my internship, I did what any normal person would do, I hightailed it out there with no plan in mind. Okay, maybe not normal!
This was my first time living in a different state and I had no clue what to expect. My brother and I lived in a one-bedroom condo; luckily for me, I got the bedroom. He worked nights while I worked days; I barely got to see him.
After a month of me living out there, one of his friends came from Minnesota to live with us. Let's just say his living habits were far different from mine. When I would get home from work, he would be playing loud video games and the place would smell like stale smoke.
This is where my love of reading began. Kind of odd, right? Because of this, I started going to the library and checking out books that fit the type of mood I was in. I would go home, lock myself in my bedroom and read. Those moments of peace when I was stressed out is what sparked my love of reading.
Eventually, I made friends with people from California and did not have the time to read as much. However, my love of reading did not dwindle and has grown even more in the last eight years!
If you went from being a non-reader to reader, or have questions or comments, please feel free to share or ask away!
As always, thanks for reading and stopping by!
So what changed?
I moved from Minnesota to California when I was 22; my younger brother had moved out there while I was going to college. After I finished my internship, I did what any normal person would do, I hightailed it out there with no plan in mind. Okay, maybe not normal!
This was my first time living in a different state and I had no clue what to expect. My brother and I lived in a one-bedroom condo; luckily for me, I got the bedroom. He worked nights while I worked days; I barely got to see him.
After a month of me living out there, one of his friends came from Minnesota to live with us. Let's just say his living habits were far different from mine. When I would get home from work, he would be playing loud video games and the place would smell like stale smoke.
This is where my love of reading began. Kind of odd, right? Because of this, I started going to the library and checking out books that fit the type of mood I was in. I would go home, lock myself in my bedroom and read. Those moments of peace when I was stressed out is what sparked my love of reading.
Eventually, I made friends with people from California and did not have the time to read as much. However, my love of reading did not dwindle and has grown even more in the last eight years!
If you went from being a non-reader to reader, or have questions or comments, please feel free to share or ask away!
As always, thanks for reading and stopping by!
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