After the last two years, I can say that there were many times when the only way to discribe the way I felt was “destitute.” Completely empty of anything worth while, I just felt like a crumpled nothing at His feet, waiting for rest and restoration.
While I was in such a prostrate place, I decided to learn Italian. I just think it sounds pretty. And apparently there’s this thing called a library where you can get stuff to learn Italian and not have to pay for it.
Since I am crashing at my parent’s house, the plan was to have all my mail sent to my office until I found a place of my own. And having lost my job, I am in the process of having everything forwarded again to my parents house. I’m in between the in between – in that place I was shocked to find really exists. As it turns out, I don’t qualify for a library card. No seriously. I can’t get a library card without proof of residence.
“Well, can your parents come by and check anything out for you.”
“I know you’re going to think this is just a line, but they literally just left for Greece. Isn’t there anything you can do?”
I’ve heard that line in movies that goes something like, “When I get through with you, you’re not even going to be able to get a library card.” I now feel the sting of such a threat. It’s not pleasant.