I don’t feel so boxed in as I did a week ago, but every time I walk into our temporary little home, something always catches my eye as I glance over the almost- put together room. My bookshelves are empty. When I packed up everything in the old house in preparation for the move (wherever that would be!) I did keep a few out, but the empty shelves remind me (even more than the fact that I’ve got a very limited wardrobe) that this is definitely a work still in progress, but I miss my books!
In the mean time, my bookshelf is disguised in the form of a single apple box. It isn’t pretty, but neither Scott nor I could imagine ourselves totally bookless for the next 6 months or more, and kept some of the best out…and our “bookshelf” is housed in the middle box on the right stack for the time being.