My Dearest Public Library (especially you, North Regional),

It’s true what they say you know, that you never appreciate what you have until it’s gone. And let me state for the record, I miss you. Dearly.
I miss your high ceilings and big windows that let in all the light. I miss how no matter where I was in town, there was one of you close by. I miss your modern design and clean interiors and helpful staff (that actually spoke in a whisper…loved that!).
I miss your efficient check in process. Do you remember the day I first got my card? It all happened so fast, it was over before I even knew what hit me. I got one card for my wallet and another to go on my key chain. Over all the grocery store rewards program programs in the world, your card alone lived happily beside my car keys.
I miss your clean website, and how it never left me cryptic messages like “Book replaced 2/07″ leading me to believe that a happier, shinier book was on the shelves than the poor decrepit book that was no longer fit for public consumption, only to find that “book replaced” really meant “book not here.”
Speaking of decrepit books, I miss that nearly all your books were shiny and new, thanks to the fabulous Wake County Library book sale, where I could buy your old books for just a dollar. You always cleared out the old to make way for the new.
I miss that when I reserved a book, I got an email the day it was turned back in. Down here, I got a notification in the mail. Can you believe it? Oh and it was printed on a dot matrix printer, if we could get any more behind the times. That book has been sitting there for days waiting for me, and now it will have to wait a day longer because the mail comes so late.
I miss your self-service check out, which I hate and never use at the grocery store, but which I adore at the library. I never realized how private I was about the fact that I like reading business books for fun. But you didn’t judge me, no, because no one ever actually saw what I was checking out. Now some snooty wannabe author scoffs at my pile of Made to Stick, Small Giants and Good to Great. Can I come back?
Finally, I miss your drive through drop off window. When it is so hot outside that my contacts fog up, I don’t really want to park, walk in side and hand in my books just to have to go back out and wait for my vision to de-fog itself again.
No, you never know what you have until it’s gone, and while other things are going just swimmingly down here, I want you back.
Love,
Megan
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