Books are heavy.
I know I state an obvious fact, but it gets me every time I have to move. Boxing them up is a pain and even worse lifting the boxes afterwards. I have given away as many as I could, there are some I want to keep though and then there are all that I haven’t read yet, about 70% of my stacks (ok perhaps closer to 80%, I stopped counting after a while).
My new place is gorgeous though, so it will be worth it all. A garden, with proper green grass, not like the paved one where I live now. Perfect for the coming summer months, writing and reading outside. Crossing my fingers for a warm, sunny summer.