Queen had to pack up her treasures today. Been stuck in limbo land of the lost island of misfit toys for the past 18 months after the new library opened at Walsh. Not sure where they'll stick me while the old library is renovated into faculty offices. Tis discomfiting to not have a home. But
thankful to have a job, and one that I love at that.
Prefer to be in a place of hustle and bustle - keeps my senses keen. When I first moved to the office in the old library, there was enough commotion I kept rockin. Once the library moved into its new, clean and very modern space, and I was left in the dead zone, I find I must get up and get out so as not to fall into a zombie-like state. Hopeful more people will come with this move.
Already missing the special features of the current little castle. The built in shelves are a perfect place to display crown jewels. Two sets of cupboards are alongside. Good hiding places for piles of junky jewels that seem to accumulate.
Packing provided little pleasures remembering the gift giver and the picking of a new possession. Funny how a little whim of buying one tiny plastic crown a few years ago has become a fully disfunctional obsession for everything queenly in such a short time. And it's not just me. Oh no. Friends find crowns -- they buy them or email links for me to buy.
So while not exactly dethroned, I am throneless, and must find a spot fitting for a queen. Fresh hell would be a doorless half-walled cubicle with no space for visitors - and I do have them!
For now, the treasures can stay in a box at home until a new special spot is found.
