When I visited Jackson in college with my family, I rented a bike and rode around one morning. It was cooler than I had expected. Hands freezing, eyes watering, fresh air, smiling like an idiot, an idiot who doesn’t care, she’s so happy.
Rode to the library. Thought, Wow, I love this library.
You can tell a lot about a town by it’s library.
I love the library this day. Makes me thinks of when I first fell in love with it. And then I think to my bike ride this morning and it’s all too right.
Things are different now.
I’m less naive.
I’m realistic about my Jackson dreams [though the reality is overwhelmingly exciting].
I drink coffee now. [the library’s coffee.] And I am thankful.
This library, the people, the books, are familiar. And I am thankful.
[although i am sad they don’t have the last harry potter.]
[cuz i think i’m ready.]