An introvert in retail...
I wonder if all booksellers had a similar dream. For me, it went like this: a little shop in the country, with overflowing shelves filled with lovely books. There were probably geraniums in the window. Maybe a shop cat, maybe a shop dog, maybe both. Being my own boss, helping myself to endless cups of tea, reading at my desk, a bit of sorting and shelving, and that was it - the complete dream. (It perhaps goes without saying this dream came before children.) But the one thin