I am a person who uses Timehop.

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I am a person who uses Timehop. I don't know why I'm saying that like I should be embarrassed about it. Timehop is great at making me confused about how time works. But honestly, I check it every morning (370 days and counting!) because it's nice to look back on things I've loved and to realize places I've grown.



I don't remember what the context for this was, or the motivation.  There's not one exact moment I can pinpoint as when I officially decided to go back to school, and Timehop has not made it any more clear to me, so I don't even know if it was about that, or just like how you may sometimes wonder who would come to your funeral.   But in reading it, I do recall going shelf by shelf in the fiction section, doing inventory, and this thought and all its associated emotions passing through.

I was there again today, making sure all of our chapter books were accounted for and orderly.  But this time I know I only have nine more days left. And someone else will be coming in. It will be their library. They will judge and change things. And that's okay.

Because nine years ago, that's exactly what I did. 

There was another piece to this Timehop post. Where I mentioned how I was also anxious that people might like the new librarian more and no one would think to miss me. That's the kind of self-indulgent, navel-gazing nonsense I feel comfortable posting on the internet. And then posting yet again, here, on the internet.

But, I'm not anxious about that anymore. The outpouring from the school community has been completely touching and overwhelming. I know I will be missed. I know I will do a lot of missing of my own.

And I'm probably always going to think of it as MY library. I hope that's okay too.
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