Nothing Special

I do not have a lot to say. Well, I'm sure I do actually; however, all my insight and thoughtful moments from the day seem to have escaped me.

I got to go shopping on the Square in Oxford. I save my money all year for when I get to look through all the little college town boutiques. I got some fabulous new clothes and I enjoyed perusing. I also got to visit my favorite book store on the planet - Square Books. I collected a stack of thirteen books ranging from non-fiction, to historical, to memoir, to fiction, to romance, to suspense, to mystery. I had to collect my stack at a table in the small upstairs cafe and narrow down my selection. I thoroughly enjoyed listening to the banter of the employs - lively, intelligent, and interesting. I finally managed to pick four books: House Rules by Jodi Picoult, Girl Trouble by Holly Goddard Jones, The Girl She Used to Be by David Cristofano, and If There Is Something to Desire (a collection of poems) by Vera Pavlova. Having finished my new favorite book (Mary Ann Shaffer & Anne Barrows's novel, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society) I was in need of some new finds. I love being in book stores. I hope that I may retire early and open a bookstore to feed my literary thirst for the rest of my life. I will called it Bug's and it will have bean bags and free coffee. It will be perfect.

I'm starting to realize that tomorrow is my last day here in Mississippi. I've had a very wonderful, revitalizing break - but I'm terribly sad to be going. I love it down here so much. I hardly am ready to leave having just got settled. I will be headed home armed with my Ole Miss shirt/hat/sticker/shorts, bringing a little slice of the South home with me. I'm going to miss it. I hope to be back soon.

I've reached a happy level of contentment. I'm feeling lonely but not desperately. I'm feeling proud of what my life has been and excited for what will hopefully be many full years ahead. I sound so old saying that but I feel calm and safe. It's a good feeling.

I wish I could have a calling, like cooking or justice or medicine or poetry. I may dabble here and there and impress the select few who care about me enough to pay attention. But I'm just me. I'm not really anything special. And I think I'm ok with that.