First, the books get unpacked. I’ve set a limit of keeping only as many books as I can fit on those four shelves, and that means a lot of books will be given away.
Opening the boxes of books has been interesting. You’d think I’d be most happy to see my old favorites, and often enough that’s been the case, but quite a few of those books are strangely unappealing now. Other books that I liked before, but didn’t read again and again, suddenly hold great appeal and have taken a more prominent position on the shelves.
If I could have chosen just one thing to keep in all that was in that storage vault (besides a few photos and the kids' papers and drawings), it would definitely have been my library. I think I'll be spending many hours standing in front of those shelves and pulling off armloads of books to peruse. I'll already have a small stack of summertime reading piled on the corner cupboard in my bedroom. . .