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aamcnamara) wrote2010-05-06 03:58 pm
aamcnamara) wrote2010-05-06 03:58 pm
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home: where the books are
Classes ended yesterday, so I've been wandering around today forgetting it's Thursday. I wrote half my last math paper this morning and then came back to the room, did laundry, taped boxes open and piled things in them--a first pass at Everything I'm sending home, and nearly all my books--and washed out a bin I'm going to put clothes/sheets in to store over the summer.
My bookshelves look abandoned without my books on them. I'm going to have to repack the book boxes (I think I can get everything to fit, it's just a question of organization), but after my first attempt at packing this morning I didn't feel like pulling them all out again, so the bookshelves are nearly empty.
This drives home, more than even the huge box I started putting things in, the fact that I'll be leaving soon. That this isn't where I'll be living any more after the next week.
See, I am good at leaving. I am good at packing up. But I've settled in here. I've been living here, in one place, since September, only spending a few weeks off campus.
So empty bookshelves--your books are where your home is. That's a belief I half-hold, half-secretly. Of course there is more to it than that, but books are important.
Having them in boxes? Yes. I am leaving in a week, and I'll never live here again. That sounds almost ridiculous in its finality, but there you have it.
How little time I spent doing all this also makes me think, A week is a very long time. That I didn't have to have started packing up already. But I know that a week isn't all that long, that I'll have other things to do, that I should maybe ship the boxes off early so there aren't as many things to do at the finish.
This summer will be good. Next year, next semester will be good. But as much as I welcome change, sometimes I loathe transition.
My bookshelves look abandoned without my books on them. I'm going to have to repack the book boxes (I think I can get everything to fit, it's just a question of organization), but after my first attempt at packing this morning I didn't feel like pulling them all out again, so the bookshelves are nearly empty.
This drives home, more than even the huge box I started putting things in, the fact that I'll be leaving soon. That this isn't where I'll be living any more after the next week.
See, I am good at leaving. I am good at packing up. But I've settled in here. I've been living here, in one place, since September, only spending a few weeks off campus.
So empty bookshelves--your books are where your home is. That's a belief I half-hold, half-secretly. Of course there is more to it than that, but books are important.
Having them in boxes? Yes. I am leaving in a week, and I'll never live here again. That sounds almost ridiculous in its finality, but there you have it.
How little time I spent doing all this also makes me think, A week is a very long time. That I didn't have to have started packing up already. But I know that a week isn't all that long, that I'll have other things to do, that I should maybe ship the boxes off early so there aren't as many things to do at the finish.
This summer will be good. Next year, next semester will be good. But as much as I welcome change, sometimes I loathe transition.