Oh my, what a weekend! That continued into Monday! And will continue tomorrow!
We finally have had masses of shelving built, installed and painted at home, which has meant that over the past two weekends we have been able to unpack and unpack and unpack.
Although we moved back into our house after renovations in April 2017, the unpacking process has been slow and staggered. Largely because, as anyone who has lived through a renovation knows, the process is slow and the end jobs are always the hardest to get completed. Plus money runs out…
Bookshelves were one of the jobs left to the end. As an art historian I have A LOT of books and as a baker I have A LOT of cookbooks. Combine the two and you have over 42 big boxes of books that I haven’t seen since they were packed in 2015/16.
After a lot of hard work, they are now all unpacked and shelved and after more than a year I finally feel at home.
Books are the clearly my soul’s skeleton. I have missed them so much. Not only have I missed the words and images they contain but the memories they hold of time, place and emotion.
The dusting, cleaning and trips to the recycling depot and op-shop will continue into tomorrow but tonight I will go to sleep knowing my books are literally holding up three walls of our home.