I’m coming up on my first anniversary at the library, but there are still many, many days when I feel like I haven’t a clue what I’m doing. Between 12-1 I was swamped at the desk – the phone was ringing and I was juggling multiple patrons in person and on IM. Each question felt impossible, or was about something that I either had never worked with or never heard of. I know it really wasn’t THAT bad – well, I hope it wasn’t – but I was by myself, and I just felt overwhelmed and flustered.
I left early and walked home from the train, meeting Shane at Buzz for coffee and more work. The weather was perfect – high in the 70s, breezy enough that I wanted my hoodie. A woman had her baby in a Bjorn and seated him cross-legged in the big lounge-y chairs outside while she got settled. Shane saw one of our neighbors. We walked home together, had a disappointing dinner (despite good smells and prepping everything this morning, the recipe – questionable to begin with – just didn’t work), then spent a nice evening puttering, hanging photos, making zucchini muffins, and generally nesting. After a year of feeling really out of place – this feels like home.