This weekend, I finally unpacked all of our boxes of books. We were having some people over and thought it would be good to ensure the entire main floor was settled, which meant hauling all the books up from the basement and setting the office up. I didn’t have the foresight to count them, but I estimate there were 20-30 big boxes of books that have been tucked away since the move last month.
Even before the move, we had boxed up a few bookcases in order to stage the house for sale, so some books have been in boxes and storage for almost three months. As you can see, we have a lot of books – the natural result of the union of an English major and a Philosophy major.
Humorously, when I started unpacking, I noticed several extra copies of Harry Potter books floating around. After collecting them together in one spot and sorting them, I discovered a lot of duplicates. We had *five* copies of the last two books in the series alone!
One side benefit I noticed in unpacking my books is that seeing the shelves full was making me happier as I went along. When I started packing the books up a few months back, I noticed that not having my library on hand was affecting me. I wouldn’t say it made me sad, but not seeing the books while in the office brought the mood down a bit. It’s a hard feeling to articulate. On the one hand, I don’t use the books everyday, so it didn’t impact my day-to-day life. However, having my life and possessions stored away in boxes brought my mood down a bit, and I’ve been feeling it all through the moving experience. Now that we are unpacking and setting up a new life in the new house, I’ve found myself feeling more optimistic, and my outlook feels a little brighter.
Now that the books are all out, the only thing left is to start arranging them on the shelves and pick a theme for sorting. It’s the little things that make me happy.