a story Of adventure, But Without purpose

Took a little road-trip to SLC yesterday. First, we went to the Utrecht store so I could stock up on supplies. I enjoy shopping for school/art supplies, because the Pell Grant pays for it. It's completely guilt-free and a surprisingly enjoyable experience. (for anyone who has shopped for art supplies, you know that these things can get expensive fast, even if you're just shopping for brushes, and you rarely leave a store feeling completely confident after spending that sort of money - unless the money isn't yours! ha!)

I love the Utrecht store. Discounts up the wazoo, neatly organized, amazing selection...why does it have to be so far away??
*impossibly sad face*

On the way back to the car, we (husband and I) noticed that we had parked right outside a used bookstore (is it "used bookstore"? saying "used bookstore" makes the store sound used, not the books themselves..."used book store"?..."used books store"?...who knows?). The store's called The Central Book Exchange. Neither of us can resist bookstores. Especially used book(s) stores. There's something about the absence of a Dewey Decimal system and the often hap-hazard stacking of books in, on and around bookshelves, that makes the journey into a used book store turn into an expedition of surprise discoveries.
Central Book Exchange is one of the best used book stores I've ever been in.  They have a remarkable selection!
If we'd had money, I would have left that store with at least 6 new/used books. But as we cannot currently afford to be $42 poorer, we left the store without any books, only a lingering sense of awe and a longing to hear the voices trapped on pages we have yet to open.
*somewhat impossibly sad face*

I love books. I wish I had more time to read. I wish I could read faster, then time wouldn't matter. I'd just zip through my to-read list instead of watching it grow steadily, insurmountably, larger and larger.

There are houses, little starter-homes, down the street from the Central Book Exchange. They're cute, out of the way, with decent sized yards.

I want one.

Cozy neighborhood, walking distance from used books and Utrecht...it's like a match made in heaven!

It will probably never happen, just one of those nonsensical fantasies you find and cling to for awhile. Still, I hope the people who actually live there know how good they have it. I hope they're all avid readers and visual artists. I'd like to think they are.
I'd like to think the universe works that way on rare (rare) occasion.