I’m writing this at the library. In fact, I write frequently at the library, given that I work in one.

I turned my love of libraries and my obsession about genealogy into my career. In my mid-40s, I was at a crossroads. Both my parents had died, so I had inherited a bit of money, and I’d had a series of jobs that I liked but that weren’t anything wonderful.

I decided that my mid-life crisis was going to be going to library school and moving to Maine, both of which I’ve now done.

When I announced to my friends on Facebook that I was going to library school, the response was about equally divided between ‘perfect for you‘ and ‘aren’t you already a librarian?‘

So now I get to spend every {work} day in the library and I get to help lots of other people find their ancestors. It’s a pretty good life 😉