Finished packing the books today. At last count there were 35 boxes.
I hate to say it but it may be time to streamline the books. We are a nomadic tribe after all - apparently...
I hate letting the books go though.
As I was fitting in books I had given my child which he may never even open, I could suddenly smell my own childhood in them, as far removed from that as I should be by now... Instant memories of looking up and discovering some of the histories that have amazed and more often terrified me all my life.
I took another breath of that huge sense of innocent wonder & then let it fade so I could go back to packing.
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