Evie

A dream that I’ve had floating around my head for many, many years is to open my own bookshop. My Mum owned one for a few years before I was born. For me I’d like a nice old building on, or just off of, a busy street with lots of foot traffic. A cozy little affair with a small cafe inside (a suitable business partner or someone willing to rent space off of me would be ideal here), lots of overstuffed chairs and couches, floor to ceiling bookshelves, lots of big windows to let in the light and the slight scent of white sage incense. It would be new and used of course, but specialise in esoteric or “Pagan-esque” books. Oh, and a sizable room out back for hosting workshops, tarot readings and other gatherings. An online presence would be essential as I know this particular market isn’t exactly going to make me millions. sigh

Ever since I can remember I’ve hated living in Australia. Sure it’s pretty in places and it has other good points, but I die a horrible, sticky death every summer! In my perfect little ME/CFS free imaginary world I would finish my degree, work for a year or so as a Librarian here, then find a job and move to the UK. Somewhere north where it’s nice and cold and peaceful. Of course, my planned tour of the UK will also be doubling as a kind of inspection to see whether my hopes are idealic or right on the money. In the meantime, I still dream, and plot, and dream some more.

I don’t know any deaf people and never have, but I’m still very interested in learning this language. I’ve been wanting to learn Auslan since my first introductory lectures to my education degree 3 years ago. Even though I’m not longer studying teaching, I think knowing at least some Auslan would be an asset in any career path.