Thursday, June 27, 2013
tonight i came home from the bookstore, to my yard alight with dozens of lightning bugs. it was just the bright and dreamy shot of happiness i needed. it was a bit of a sad night up to that point. i have often mentioned my bookstore job. the evening rides home. walking through darkened streets after shutting the shop up for the night. it's been a lovely part of my life for the past 6 years. and tonight i did all those things for the last time.
we had a special store. it blended the mega bookstore with downtown local flavor perfectly. i worked a couple nights a week. and i would come home jacked, full of the energy of good people. the customers. my co-workers. the beautiful atmosphere. all of it combined to be something i could never let go of, even when it seemed my life couldn't take another commitment, i wouldn't let myself think of life without the bookstore.
it's white fresh walls covered in books. the graceful staircase. the hum of voices. the light and quick conversations with customers. and the wonderful energy of the books weaving through it all. but all of this was not enough to keep it's doors open. the flow of money and customers declined to the point that a few months ago we were told that the store would close at the end of june. and the time has arrived.