I worked at a certain corporate bookstore throughout over two years of my life.

When I was on vacation, I was retreating from this place; when I didn't have to work a day, I was recuperating for whenever I had to return there. And my opportunies were teathered there whenever I made plans.

Now that I don't work at this place anymore and I've severed the connection that had become so woven into my life, I don't feel as differently as I had expected. I feel like I've just cut from my lifestyle an unnecessary strain.

Now, it's time to hunt for an unnecessary strain of a different flavor.