I've started scrounging boxes from friends who've moved recently, and today I started packing. The most time-consuming portion of this whole process is going to be the books. I had four book-sized boxes -- there will
not be a repeat of the incident where
shrike6 packed books clear to the brim of a box that was better suited for a miniature fridge -- and have filled them all (to appropriate book-hauling levels) with nothing but the top two shelves of the three six-foot-high bookshelves in the basement. There are five shelves on each of those, so, figure another six boxes to take care of all of those. Then there are another two identical shelves in the garage. And the wide six-footer in the living room that's equivalent to about two of the basement shelves (though admittedly about a third of that one belongs to
semanticdm05). And the small wire "current reading" shelf. And the low, wide double shelf next to my desk. And the line of books across the top of my dresser in my room.
I suspect that I own more books than furniture, by both weight and volume.
I have to pare some of this stuff down. I'm keeping more than I probably should, because I am a pack rat and cannot bear to let books go, but I'm getting rid of things I realistically know I will never get around to reading or never read again. Watch this space in the next few days for a list; if there's something you want and you can figure out how to get it, it's yours.
Later tonight I'll tackle the linen closet and start in on my clothes; I've been meaning to take a bunch of stuff to Goodwill for a while now, and I guess it's that time.
I've gotten awfully settled here. I realised a few minutes ago that I've lived in the Geekhaus longer than I've lived anywhere since I was 17. I can walk anywhere in this house with the lights off and not bump into anything. I've travelled a lot while I've been here, too, but it's always been nice to have a home to come back to. I wonder how long it will take for a new place to feel like home.