Make it happen!



Just finished the VLA “Make it Happen” webinar with JP Porcaro! So inspired and excited to put all these ideas into practice when I become a real-life librarian :)


Thanks for the opportunity #VLA, missing Virginia pretty hard right now!

Also, starting next week I’m taking part in #TGIM (Thank Goodness It’s Monday) and starting my weeks off right with positive thinking, who’s with me?!

#MIH !



Smoke Stop: Shelby, Montana

So, you know, I’m back from this trip now. It’s been weird being back in Chicago, and I was greeted to a ton of work being back. But honestly, I have the itch to get up and go again. Maybe I should just keep doing this forever? I love that so many people have found out about this project and want to see more, and have me go more places. And, all in the last two weeks it seems.

I’ve been going through a lot of the photos, and there were so many good moments I didn’t really include from each train’s designated smoke stops. I don’t even smoke, I just wanted to stretch my legs and get off the train I’d been on for however many hours, so it was easy to dismiss how important these things are to #trainlife.

The smoke stop deserves a lot more credit than I give! Traveling through the US usually means either a short plane flight, or a drive where you can stop anywhere you want, but the Amtrak denies you both of these luxuries. The smoke stop is your only escape. It’s the only time you can leave the AC, stretch, obviously smoke if you do that, and be somewhere new. You’re suddenly in this place you had no intention of going to. Once you walk past the clouds of cancer, there’s a surprising amount of local culture to take in right around, what might be, the only transit hub the town has.

So, I’m going to start posting these smaller sets I think. Just a couple of photos of these little towns, really. They’re places that only I, and the other smokers, got to experience. Whether it was by impulse or by addiction, it beats just remaining in our seats, waiting for the train to leave.

It was our reward for getting up and doing something.