Here’s my confession: I’m a workaholic.
In the nearly thirteen years we’ve known each other, my husband and I have lived in a variety of locales: Indiana, Ireland, and the Czech Republic for college, Texas, China, Suriname, and Washington, D.C. for work. And every time we hit a new spot, I’ve vowed to prioritize getting out and experiencing whatever makes that place special.
But every time, my to-do list tugs me back: to my laptop to write, my palette to paint.
It’s a flaw I’m trying to pray through. But in the meantime, I’m super thankful when people like my brother–who’s infinitely better at sallying out to try new things–come visiting.
It’s that push I need to go forth and explore.
So my brother gets all the credit for coaxing me to visit the Library of Congress–the largest library in the world, housing millions of books, penned in 470 languages. Sad as it is to admit, this is my third stint living in D.C…. and my first trip to the Library. Which is kind of unacceptable, considering my bibliophilic little heart.
But better late than never, right?
Just a handful of the many, many highlights included:
- The gorgeous architecture of the Thomas Jefferson building
- A complete version of the Gutenberg Bible (the 15th century innovation that rocked the worlds of religion and books)
- A still-in-progress replication of Thomas Jefferson’s personal library, being gathered text by text from around the world
- The Main Reading Room (one of several research enclaves accessible to anyone over 16 wishing to study… provided you can keep up with their code of conduct [Cue finger-wagging librarian])
- The office of the Librarian of Congress (currently Carla Hayden)
Confession no. 2: I now have office envy. But it’s probably for the best that my own workspace isn’t quite so nice.
It’d be a poor fit with my efforts to combat workaholism.
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