A day at the library

Some people might think that a "stay"-cation is a terrible ordeal to endure.  I know that almost every person I know would say that.  However vacations for most people are more like trying to get away from "your sucky life" rather than trying to better prepare yourself for your life in order to make the most out of it.  You get "lost," so to say, on your vacation to the beautiful beaches of the Bahamas or the majestic Rocky Mountains and all of that trite tourist baloney.

I don't really dread a "stay"-cation because... well, I've only had three vacations outside of Massachusetts, none of which were out of the US.  So a "stay"-cation is not much of a big deal to me.

Well, today I was at the Wakefield library for pretty much the whole day.  And to be honest, it wasn't that bad.

Firstly I had to get some homework done, because I know I wouldn't do it if I had stayed home.  Secondly I needed some peace and quiet in my life.

I wouldn't call it magic but something strange happened to me while I was in the quiet reading room of the library.  Suddenly silence suddenly became a loud noise and every single noise possible suddenly became muted and rare as silence is in the busy streets of inner Boston.  It seems like an oxymoron but any city or suburban person knows that feeling everytime he or she goes into the forest on a calm night; the silence is deafening and might even pierce through one's ears, although this is all psychological because your mind knows there is no sound whatsoever.

At the end of the day, it didn't seem like I was in a city because it was so quiet.  I've only experienced this in a certain church in Boston that I regretfully cannot remember the name of.

So today wasn't a wasted day, a day I wished I could have back to redo it, a day that had no value unlike almost every single other day I live through...