I am packing up again. All my books. I do not look forward to it. Last time I had about three weeks to do it. This time I have a weekend.
An opportunity to move out of my current, quite awkward arrangement came up and I couldn’t refuse, so I am back on the road again.
One day I will live in one place and never have to pack my books again.
I do love books though and I wouldn’t given them up.