Rediscovering Old Friends

Unpacking is no fun.  It’s much like packing, except now I have to find a place to put everything instead of trying to fit everything into a box.  I have found a silver lining to part of it, however.

I get to see all my books again! 

I know, you’re right.  I touched every book to put it into a box, so why is this different?

This time I have to actually LOOK at them.  I have to figure out which book goes on which shelf, how I want to arrange them for access and asthetics, and (horror!) decide if I want to keep them.  I’m rediscovering some that I had forgotten I owned, realizing that I have a couple incomplete series, and actually making the hard decision to cull the herd, however slightly.

Now I just have to decide what to read next!