Today’s my second to last day at work. Tomorrow will be my last day at work.
In a week I’ll drive east once more. Once. Then, in April, I’ll be done. A real boy librarian. Right now I’m just more library pupa.
I have no words of revelation. No catharsis. Just the impenetrable sadness of parting, a nearly intangible twinge of excitement, and a distant longing to return.
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Shazam…Like magic there you are again, yet you are here too