Or, at least, packin’ time. Movin’ time is kind of complicated, and involves more than one car trip south. What that means for right now is shuffling my stuff around, getting rid of the excess, and packing it all in a well-ordered fashion. This of course is super fun for me. I’m not joking, it is legitimately fun – I may misplace things on a daily basis, live in a constant state of disarray, and put off necessary tasks until the last minute, but I LOVE to arrange and organize things. It’s like a puzzle – how can we arrange and store these items with the most efficient use of space, with the accessibility necessary, in the most logical way possible? (I should mention that my tendency to live in disarray means that, when I do organize things, they don’t stay organized, which means later I get to organize them again.)
Sometimes, organizing or packing is like real-life Tetris. Especially when you’re packing books. Yesterday, I fetched a few book boxes from the garage (they’re book boxes because they’re small and sturdy) and went Tetris-crazy trying to fill every inch of space with book. And I did a smash-up job. Filled a box top to bottom with books, with hardly any nooks or crannies left unused. Then I tried to move the box, so that I could start in on the next one.
It didn’t budge.
So much for the most efficient use of space. I took out 10-15 books, tried again. Still wouldn’t move. Took out a few more, a few more, until finally it was light enough for me to pick up with some effort. By then it was only about half-full. Resigned, I filled the other two boxes half-full. I need smaller boxes, and more of them. Or I need to get rid of some books – but we all know that’s not going to happen.
|I promise I did not arrange these books to make me look as nerdy as possible. It just happened that way.|
This is maybe one-third or one-fourth of my books. MAYBE.