I went to the library yesterday after work. Not really sure why, I just felt like I needed to go. Sure, I’ve kept the rest of myself pretty busy with this smoothie job, but maybe my mind also misses keeping busy and staying active.
I’ve spent more than enough time at the library in college, but I never went there when I actually wanted to read a book for fun. Who has time for free reading in college? And it’s been ages since I’ve been to my hometown library. I don’t think I’ve been there since I was working on my senior project in high school. But when I was a kid, I spent so much time in the library. I devoured books whole as a 7-year-old addict (completely true) to the written word. Now 22, I’ve surrounded myself with words. When did I stop appreciating them?
Walking in the library brought both familiar (not much had changed; they still had the same ugly carpet) and fresh (when have I ever seen so many books and want to read them all) feelings at the same time. There were so many books. I felt like someone in the Middle Ages after Gutenberg just invented the printing press.
I wanted to get some books on journalism and new media, but could only find one. Maybe it’s something so new and developing that people haven’t written enough books about it yet, or more likely, our library isn’t with the times.
But who says books are on their way out? Definitely not with me. There’s just something more real when I am sitting reading an actual book instead of reading it on the Kindle. Something about the feel, smell and sound of the paper pages turning makes it seem more real for me.
Glorious day! I went to my sole job, now that I no longer have a double life, served up smoothies and good customer service, hung out with some people and cruised back.
Earlier, I was rereading through some of my old blogs while “Everything Goes to Shit” by Silent Land Time Machine was going on, and that bred the perfect recipe for nostalgia.
Fall 2007 spent gallivanting around Europe was the best, because looking back, I literally had it all. I had awesome friends, while they didn’t replace my other ones, were the best to have at that time. I had the best boy, who was so cute and a gentleman and amazing at everything and went on to be a financial analyst and kept his job despite the financial crisis. So no matter what my best friend B says, I can pick them. I had the opportunity to travel to some cool European destination whenever I wanted (because Copenhagen is at the heart of Europe).
I went out during weekdays! I drank on the train! This was the life, and I made the most of it while someone else was paying for it (namely my parents wiring me money while I was overseas).
Then I grew up. Once I find a job and move to a new city, I will be still be as young and free, but now with bills to pay and responsibility.
But see, this is the good thing about not being tied to anything at the moment. I could go work in London if I wanted. And while the unemployment rate just went to 9.7 percent, but I don’t think I’m included in that number. So what, recession?
Some girl I went to high school with posted her pregnancy pictures all over Facebook. They’re not really trashy or anything, but why am I so weirded out by them?