So. Have I mentioned the move?
Yeah? Uh, huh. 'kay.
*whistles softly to self, rocks back and forth*
Let's see if I can do this.
In the house I have lived for the past eleven years my husband Bob has built me beautiful bookcases. I believe I have posted pics of these modern wonders.
*glances around, whistling becomes a little soggy*
Did I mention they are all built-ins?
We don't own one free-standing bookcase! I am about to move into a home that has no bookcases!! I am about to leave behind these beautiful pieces of furniture that *my* husband built for *me*!!
Can you tell I'm having a bad time with this? No? Too subtle?
I started in my library this evening packing up my books which, heeeello-oo, are going to be in boxes for the next 4 months at the very least! Now, there I am carefully picking out books that I am hoping I will get to read over the summer months and packing away books that have been in the TBR pile for quite a while. I am also removing all of Anne Stuart's books and they are now in a box marked with her name and the area of the new home they are to be placed, by loving hands, into. Yeah, the master bedroom.
So I am doing this and I'm not feeling too badly although the idea of hiding books from my sight freaks me out, I seem to be holding up because I have planned out the packing. No, I'm not an alpha nut so books are hitting the boxes willy-nilly but I am setting aside books that will be marked with some significant symbol to let me know about the books that, in a bad moment, I *may* tear an entire room apart trying to find.
Not saying I am Godzilla but I have been known to crack a time or dozen. I definitely don't want to end up with a room of paperbacks on the floor without the protection of a box!
So planning. Good.
I didn't anticipate the sudden onslaught of tears. Now, I may be able to blame the dust and what the hell, that's going to be part of it because, Good Lord, when was the last time I dusted!?
I'm upset because I have to leave a piece of Bob and I behind in this house. Who am I kidding? We're leaving 2 gorgeous bookcases in the living room (which I stained and varathaned thank you very much), a wall to wall unit in the back room (again, stained and varathaned) and an entertainment unit downstairs that is frickin' huge - 10 feet. In reality, Bob and I have next to no furniture!! Holy Crap!! Where are we going to put the TV!? We're going to be living with boxes for furniture!! I can't believe I am just realizing this as I am typing!
This whole moving thing is becoming too real and I should know better because as a child we moved 3 times that I remember and then I moved here into Bob's house. I love moving because there is a feeling of starting on a new adventure and it was long past time Bob and I moved on from this house.
It's just ...
Holy Shit!! My stove!! I can't take my stove!! Or my dishwasher! It's going to be weird cooking and cleaning with someone elses appliances.
Okay, now I'm laughing.