Today was one filled with good-byes:
- to my peers, lingering and uncertain, but appreciative nonetheless,
- to my friends, with promises to reunite next semester,
- to the faculty and staff, eyes pricked with gratitude.
- and to the city I fell in love with three and a half months ago, and even long before then.
After grabbing the last of my graded papers, I headed down to Foyles near Tottenham Court Road station.
I didn’t stay long (I was in and out to buy a gift) but I marveled at it: a bright, pulsing wealth of books whose perusers were imbued with the same sort of giddiness and passion I see from Barnes + Noble devotees.
Beyond that, it also simply looked nice for Christmas.
In the same way that Barnes + Noble does back home, Foyles impressed me. Its grand displays of nerdiness (including a thriving graphic novel aisle) and its vast music section felt like home.
I mean, anywhere with its own shelves full of Shakespeare is a safe space to me.
The day ended up being filled with other errands, including packing.
The indulgence of my two main vices, books and clothes, demanded that I buy another piece of rolling luggage. And so the days of quaintly wrangling my life into a suitcase seem long behind me.
But, as you know: all is well that ends well.