We moved into our new house this weekend. Though it is only a mile-and-a-half away from our last place, it required the same amount of work packing boxes, loading the truck, unloading the truck, and unpacking boxes. We are grateful for the nearly 20 friends and family who gave a few hours of their Saturday afternoon to help make the move more efficient, pain-free, and even fun. Now the exciting part begins: organizing our new living space. Kate, who designed the house with her mom, says she feels like she is stepping through her Pinterest board.
I don’t think I will ever switch to reading on a Kindle or iPad — here are my 12 reasons why — but my devotion to physical books is severely tested on moving day. I own a thousand-or-so volumes. It’s only when I’m lugging my 22nd box of them up a flight of stairs that I start thinking about how a library three times the size of my own could fit onto a device that fits easily into my backpack. “Still worth it,” I grunt with each step.
I told someone this weekend that the new house will start to feel like home only when I get my books on the shelves, organized by subject and alphabetized.