I'm moving out on the 23rd.
It's only three or four days sooner than I was planning on, but it straddles a weekend. I had plans for that final weekend. Now it looks like this weekend is my final weekend. Yikes!
Preparations are under way, but this is gonna be tough. My bookcase is killing me. My mum mentioned something about packing up all the books I don't take with me. It's sacreligious, I tell you. Books die in boxes! And it's not like I can take them all with me. I have nearly two hundred books in my room (stuffed in various bookcases, crates, and other nooks and crannies), and there's no way I'll have room for all of them in my apartment. I'm limiting myself to only as many books as I can fit in this wooden box I have, but it's not enough. Thus far, I can only fit all my leather bound books, my world folktales book, my Celtic folktales book, the Dark is Rising sequence, the Lord of the Rings, The Killer Angels, a couple Terry Pratchetts, Watership Down, and a couple other odds and ends. I still have a little room left, but not much. What do I leave behind?
Same with my notebooks. I have nearly an entire shelf of old notebooks, some of which are full and some of which are hardly used. There's no way I can take them all, but how can I part with these pieces of my soul? I don't keep a journal, but I have my notebooks. They're like a comfort object, more so even than my knives.
Which brings me to another point: large knives are prohibited in my housing area. Do you realize how much that hurts me? My machete, my bowie, my kukri, and probably the biggest two of my throwing knives all fit that description, and probably a good number of my flip knives as well. I guess my sword, sissy though it is, also falls under the list of prohibited items. All I'm left with are my mini flip knives. My one consolation is my wooden katana. There are no rules prohibiting big sticks carved in the likeness of bladed weapons.
I'm having a hard time with this.
2 comments:
that would be very hard. i would have to take lewis carol and c.s. lewis with me, winnie the pooh, maybe some science books, my spanish dictionary, and pat mcmanus. i relied more on the library, so i've not so many personal books, but my stuffed family...ouch. phillip, michael, stella, mirc, george, and...oh, that would be hard.
I couldn't fit my C.S. Lewis books into it, not with my Susan Cooper, and I just get a different feeling from the Dark is Rising than from the Chronicles of Narnia. This year, I don't feel like Narnia. I want Will Stanton and Bran.
As for my stuffed animals, I'm going to take a few of the cuddlier ones. But then, I'm not as attached to them as you are. I'm probably more attached to my books. But I was going through my bookcase today, and some of the books I'm glad I'm leaving behind. My little brothers are reaching the ages where they should be reading some of those books, but if the books remained in my horde, they'd never read them. I was showing one of the twins all the books I wanted him to read when I was gone.
The Prydain Chronicles, Watership Down, the Redwall books, the complete Chronicles of Narnia, I want Little Bro #2 to read Madeleine L'engle books, etc. So some of the books, I'm okay to part with temporarily.
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