I am definitely an escapist and in times of stress or sadness, I often dream of where I would rather be, where I might feel better. Today, in a somewhat sad and scary moment, I found myself daydreaming of such places. Normally I conjure up an image of a "home" I lived in once, or I think of England - which felt more like home to me than a lot of places - or of a place of fantasy like a tropical island. Today, while doing the dishes though, the first escape that came to mind was a library. A big, old, musty dark library with a million books, kind of like the one from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. For some reason that seemed like the safest and most comforting place to be at the moment. I am weird.