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Aldous Huxley says that "Every man's memory is his own private literature." Today I opened a slice of my life I open often in my mind, but not so often in reality. I moved from my home of nearly 40 years two and a half years ago. I miss a lot of it, although I also love my new home, love that I'm so close to my daughter and family, and to my work. I have a five minute drive to work. Who would gripe about that?
Yet I remember so many things about the old house, the old neighborhood, the old streets and stores. And sometimes I need to take a longer drive and plunge in. I drive down the winding hill past the creek and wetlands on the way to the main street that takes me home. But this time I turn another way, a little farther away to a favorite store, the Arc Thrift Store. It used to be where I took my giveaways, but also where I went to browse the books. Unlike others, this store seems to have someone who loves books, and arranges them so it's not so hard to find what I want. It was nice to go in and look. I've been there many times over the years, sometimes with my husband looking for antique 'finds', sometimes with students looking for specific furniture for a special project. Funny that a store can feel like home. It isn't always easy to return to place, but I did, and found a few pieces of literature to bring home, along with the memories.