Write Myself a Note and Leave it in a Book in a Library for 20 years

Actually did this over a month ago. But then life jumped into superspeed gear and I was all over the place, literally. Now that things have settled down (kind of) time to get down to writing.

 It seems easy to knock this quest out, right? Right a note, stick it in a book and cross this one off the list. Well, I wanted to pick a library that I was certain I would return to. Somehow, the Ed. library didn’t seem fitting as I have no connection to that town. So, why not Boatwright Memorial Library? A place that should be standing for 20 years to come, right? A place where I will undoubtedly frequent.  With the opportunity to be back in Richmond a while ago, the opportunity presented itself. Now it came down to writing.

There’s something to be said for writing yourself a letter and leaving it in a public place to possibly be read by another person. Unlike a diary that stays with you for your occasional perusal, writing a letter and leaving it for a given amount of time is like your own time capsule.  What you write, the style of your writing, the emotions you are feeling, what’s going on around you at the time, all play a part in what you write, or don’t.

I know that my note was filled with anxiety, anticipation and excitement towards the future as at the time, my life had reached a crossroad, one that as I am writing this post, I have crossed.

Once I wrote the letter, the next part came in deciding where to put it. I didn’t want a book or section of the library so easily used or accessed that in days’ time someone would come across it. If it were up to me, no one would ever come across it.

So, I picked a section of the library representative of my time at UR followed by a title that I think also represents a lot of my studies. Slipped the note and left the library with a smile on my face and wondering if it will be there when I return. And while I’m tempted to check on it each time I set foot on campus, I’ll refrain because, where’s the fun in that?! Can’t wait until the post where I go back and read it and laugh to myself about what I wrote and where my life has since taken me.

Here's a copy of the cover of the book with the title, call number and other parts erased, just in case you find yourself in Richmond, at UR, in the libes, etc. and want to know what I wrote. Plus, I had to take a pic of the book and the call number so I could remember were I put the note!