“Oh I’m a mess right now, Inside out, Searching for a sweet surrender”
When Aunt Phoebe asked me to come
out to London with her, I knew that she wasn’t going to let me sit around and
be sad about the direction my life was heading.
What I really was not expecting was
to step out of the taxi, only to have my frail aunt “man” handle my luggage
into the house while refusing any sort of help, then throw the suitcases in
front of the stairs saying that she would allow me to unpack and settle in
after my first day of work.
“You just need to get right into
things,” she was trying to reason with me while practically pushing me down the
narrow sidewalk towards some unknown destination.
“Aunt Phoebe,” I turned around to
face her. She stopped walking, allowing me to really take her in for a moment. Her
once auburn hair was showing strands of gray here and there. Her face seemed to
have aged quite a bit since I saw her at Uncle Phillip’s funeral. There were
wrinkles in the corners of her pert mouth and dark circles under those bright
blue eyes that only insomniacs could brag about. “I can’t even recall what your
house looks like.”
She waved her hands in from of her
as if to dismiss my argument before placing her hands on my shoulders and
turning me back in the direction we were headed. “Oh, don’t worry about it.
You’ll be seeing so much of it in the next two months that you’ll beg me to
take you anywhere but home.”
“Fine,” I sighed when she gently
shoved me again, which really felt more like a feather was trying to coax me,
but I was just feeling the need to be over dramatic.
After what felt like two more
blocks, Phoebe stopped abruptly behind me. She had been holding on to my elbow
the whole walk, probably in fear that I would try and head back to her house
and sleep. Because that’s what people do after long flights, right?
“Well this is it!” she stated
excitedly. “My bread and butter.”
I know it has been only two weeks since I last wrote you,
but I don’t have many people to talk to right now. Sure, I could start a diary
or something, but there is a reassuring feeling that someday someone will
eventually read my letters.
Anyway, I started my new job at my aunt’s little bookstore!
It’s absolutely one of the most adorable little places I
have ever had the pleasure to acquaint myself with. You can really tell that my
Aunt Phoebe really poured her passions into this store. She just recently told
me that the money she inherited from my Uncle Phillip’s life insurance is what
really got the place up and running.
She told me that she hasn’t told anyone about how she was
able to finish the final touches of the store so quickly because she feels
guilty about using the money right away. Apparently my Uncle had written my
aunt an “goodbye” letter in the event that he were to ever pass before she did,
he even stated in the letter that my aunt was to use the money as she see fit,
but he hoped she used it to help her keep on living.
From the gleam in her eyes, I could see that this book store
was exactly what she needed. In a way, my uncle is still with us, just hovering
in the bookshelves and between the pages of some of his favorite books.
It is just enough to see that my Aunt is content with things
My first day on the job was an interesting one, if I could
even say that. I got stuck in the front, all alone, for a bit while Phoebe and
a fellow co-worker, Michelle, ran into the back to decide on some last minute
While I was wondering around, trying to get a feel for the
store, a young gentlemen wandered in before we even opened asking for a book
that he seemed to have left on his plane. I was a little taken aback by how
polite this man was, but was internally grateful that I happened to be standing
right by the shelf that his book was sitting on.
It was some great luck, that’s for sure! He was even kind enough
to tip me a really generous amount in Euros. (I need to get used to saying
Euros and not dollars while I’m here).
That’s not the best part about this though. When I went to
the register to cash out his book and figure out what to do with the remaining
change, I noticed Michelle standing in the doorway that she had disappeared
behind maybe ten minutes prior just staring at the bookshelf I had just been in
When I asked her if she was okay, she just gulped some air
for another minute, which was when I started to get a little more concerned and
then she asked me if I knew who the man that I just helped was.
Clearly I didn’t because I was nowhere near acting as bizarre
as she was, but she excitedly squealed and said that he was one of the hottest
guys in London at the moment. Apparently, he is an actor for a television show
called “Game of Thrones,” where he plays a character named Jon Snow.
Again, Michelle stared at me like I was crazy when I said
that I had never seen it. I, then, had to explain that I have heard some
friends talk about it, but never actually sat down and watched it myself.
Apparently, that’s a good thing because she said that they are based on books.
Which is why she sent be home with a copy of “A Game of
Thrones” by Geogre R. R. Martin and told me that I should read it super-fast
because there were many more to get through.
She also kept telling me how lucky I was to have met this
man named Kit Harington and this and that, but to be honest, he just seemed
like a really nice and humble guy. I would have never guessed that he was
celebrity by the way he came in, but I guess the large euros could have been a
That’s all I’ve got for you today. As always, I hope you are
well and know that I am in good hands here with my Aunt.
Ugh. I miss writing. So damn much. Especially about Kit.
So I am going to start writing “At The Book Keep” again, but I can’t grantee anything to much over the next 19 days; and here is why: - I am getting married on May 21st. - We are expecting our first child together sometime around Halloween. (I really hope it’s on Halloween.)
So just please keep those two things in mind if I randomly go disappearing again - but I can promise you I am trying my damnedest to finish this story before the summer is over.
Life has been a little busy and hectic on my end. But I have been having a writing bug and will be working on At The Book Keep today and tomorrow. I’d like to have the series completed before Thanksgiving. c:
Thank you to those who have stuck around! It truly means a lot to me.