And a little sad.

The acquisitions librarian at Montgomery College couldn't have been nicer. She seemed to be very glad to get my books. I had to play Chinese Puzzle to get all the boxes into the car, but my car looked cool once I did. It was about two inches from the pavement. Before I loaded them, I took a felt marker and wrote on the top of one of them, "Goodbye, my friends. You're safe now." Over the top sentimental, I know. I loaded them onto the cart for her, and then gave her a hug. I'm sure she thought I was insane, but she hugged back. I told her to take very good care of them and she promised. I suppose it's stupid, but once I left and got into the car, I had to wait a few minutes until my eyes stopped watering. I know that I would never get around to reading them again, but it was always a pleasure just knowing they were there. Books don't just a find a place in your mind, they find a place in your heart. And if you don't understand that, you probably shouldn't be here.