When Ben came home 2 weeks ago and told me that we were leaving for NYC in 4 1/2 weeks instead of the original 12 weeks, I went into a mini panic, so to speak. We made a list of all the things he needed to do and what I needed to do. His list was quite long and included things like “cancel utilities”. My list was quite short – it said “pack”.
I have to pack up all our belongings to go into storage for 2 years, except for the things that we can fit into our suitcases, which even though we have 8 pieces of luggage, isn’t very much.
So we’ve seen a lot of this kind of thing recently:
Even Marica has been quite useful (sort of):
And while there is certain satisfaction in seeing good progress in packing, it seems that there is something inherently wrong and desolate about an empty bookcase.
It reminds me of when my parents moved to New Zealand from Namibia and were selling truckloads of stuff and a guy came to my parents and asked if he could buy their bookcases “with the books”. It was intended to go into his office (I think he was a local pastor) and he didn’t care what the books were, he just knew that lots of books on the bookshelf makes you look intelligent and important. :-)
I’m really looking forward to buying books in the States – it’s so much cheaper there. And then we might have to expand our bookcase collection from 4 to 5!