How I learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Move

Moving itself is a bitch, but I rather like packing. It appeals to the frenetic organizer in me. Also, if there is anything better than organizing, it is throwing away/donating. So liberating! I am ruthless and have very little sentimentality when it comes to this sort of thing. Eating down the pantry is goddamn awful, but other than that, reducing inventory is fabulous-feeling.

I have tended to have one major weakness in this process and have finally, in the last week, overcome it. I am here to share my enlightenment with you. If you are reading this blog, there is a strong likelihood that the insight is one you need. Here it is: your books do not love you. They are objects, and not morally superior to any other object in your house. Again, books are not morally superior to any other objects. They are just heavier.