The M WordJune 2, 2009 at 2:27 pm | Posted in Book Blather | 2 Comments
Moving. That’s the M word. Moving is so dreadful it’s hard to pick what’s the worst part. Is it packing, when you realize you really have to transport every postage stamp and piece of furniture out the doors? Moving itself, with its hours and hours of back-breaking physical labor? Cleaning the oven of your old home, knowing you’ll never use it again? Or unpacking, when you don’t know which boxes all your books are in?
I don’t know. All I do know is that one of my friends accidentally snapped off a leg on my bookcase. Currently it’s lying on its side on the living room floor (which I would do, too, if someone snapped my leg off). All the books are boxed up in the garage. It’s quite poignant, really.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. Starting a new life is exciting and everything. I’m just so tired right now that it’s not really penetrating. And I only read 30 pages yesterday. It feels like I’ll never have leisure time again. Or figure out where I put the silverware.