Yes, it's another post about moving!!
This is what has been occuping both my mind & my body this week. Oh, that and the fact that I started my new job this week. Nothing like ripping everything out by the roots and changing everything at once, is there?? I expect my cognitive abilities to return and a new equilibrium to be established once the boxes are unpacked, the dust has settled, and I am sleeping a decent amount of hours every night. So far, I am loving my new position and look forward to embracing the many challenges it presents.
I know I'm in good company here when I say that I do not feel like I am at home unless I am surrounded by my books. It's always a long process hauling out the boxes (10 of them, to be exact), setting up the folding bookcases (good for a woman who seems to have a somewhat nomadic existence), and grouping the books on the shelves (should I do it by size? color? category?).So finally ... I feel like I am home.
Just looking at them when I wake up in the morning makes me happy. Anyone else like this??