In order to sell a home, you have to look like you don't live there. For the past month we have been boxing up everything we own and putting it in a storage unit. To be perfectly honest, 2 storage units, one climate controlled and one that isn't. Our house now resembles a museum with few pictures on the walls, painted all the same color that is apparently "in" and not out.
As a side note, greenery is out. Just thought you all might want to know.
But back to the topic at hand. Books. I love my books and now my books are so lonely sitting in the climate controlled storage unit all by themselves. In the dark. My room feels empty and incomplete. I can't run to my bookshelf if I want to read Anne of Green Gables again or Harry Potter. :-(
I've even considered getting a library card so I don't buy as many books that I'll have to haul to Missouri. But I WANT books, I NEED books, I MUST HAVE BOOKS AT ALL TIMES! Yet I only have about 10 sitting on my closet shelf. They are so sad in there. Yes, they are. Sigh.
How weird is it that I feel like part of me is missing since my books have left? I know where they are and that I will once again have them in my room in KC but its still sad.
I know having a library card is good but I love to own books. I love to go to Borders or Barnes and Noble and just touch books. Look at books and buy books. It would be beneficial for me to not spend money seeing as I will not have a job in a few months when we move.
So, dear readers, what are your feelings about books? Love them? Feel ambivalent? Are you like me and you have to have books in your life or you die? Leave a comment.