Thanks to Thomasville.
This is my last full week of interning here at The Bookshelf, which means this is my last blog entry. Even though for the most part these blogs have been based on literature, I think for my last week, I’m going to take a step back from books. I’ve learned many lessons here, things as simple as how to use a cash register to things like the importance of a good picture book.
I can’t thank the Thomasville enough for all of these that I’ve experienced over the last three months, but I’ve decided to try.
Before August, I viewed you like most FSU students do. To me, you were a weekend destination where I would wind up spending money that I didn’t necessarily have. I didn’t know you beyond Broad Street, and Grassroots and The Bookshelf were my most frequent hang out spots.
I started this internship unsure of what it would bring. I’m a doubter by nature and I don’t think I’ve ever been less confident in my life. I was worried that this was too vast an undertaking for me to tackle this semester and I thought about how much gas I’d lose by making the 45- minute drive so often. As it turns out, the drive to Thomasville is one of the highlights of my week. I’ve learned to leave my worries right on the border between here and Florida. As for the lack of confidence, every day spent here was a day I grew more sure of myself and what I am meant to do.
I work with some of the brightest people. Maddie, thank you for enduring my questions every Monday and actually indulging me when I wanted to talk about grad school for the thousandth time. Kate, thanks for telling me stories about my favorite place that I’ve never been to, Waco, Texas. You and your fiancé will always be my Chip and Joanna Gaines. Chris, I personally believe that everyone should be subscribed to your newsletter. it’s brilliant. Every time I make up a crazy theory about a Taylor Swift song, I’ll think of you. Ashley, thank you for your patience and your kindness. I asked endless questions and you answered every one of them as if it was the first. Thank you for allowing me to help you coordinate events. It has been an honor and a privilege that’s been more illuminating then I could have ever imagined. Annie, thank you for taking a chance on the girl who called too much and turned up here far too often. Your shop has become like a home to me and it is because all of the things I’ve experienced here that I’m able to call myself a reader again.
To the locals who treated me like I belonged here even when I parked my car wrong and got lost beyond the train tracks, thank you. Your smiles and greetings mean more to me than you could ever know. Every place I entered here was filled with this undeniable warmth and I know it’s because of how welcoming you all are. To the children who remembered my name and always called me “ma’am” even though I’m only 20, I know you’re going to grow up to be awesome.
Of course, I’ll make my way back to Thomasville, so this is not a goodbye, it’s a see you later. I’m grateful for the added mileage, thankful for all the smiles, and infinitely blessed to have interacted with every single one of you.
Signing off, one last time,