It’s been a week now since my big move to Austin. For the most part I’m settled in: my kitchen is unpacked and ready for all those gourmet meals I’m planning to cook (we’ll see how long that urge lasts!) and my clothes are (mostly) all sorted into the closet or chest of drawers. I haven’t quite worked up the energy to put together the IKEA chairs for my table, but my couch is set up and my TV and AppleTV are ready to stream all the Star Trek: the Original Series (my current TV obsession) in the world.
Even my cat is settling in. At the moment she’s stretched out full length across the back of my couch, but her favourite place is the small Edwardian “lady chair” I brought home with me from England and which sits now right next to my gorgeous, huge bedroom window. From her perch there she can look down at the street outside and watch all the people, dogs, birds and squirrels and talk trash about them.
The only things that haven’t emerged from their boxes are my books. All the shelves are set up and waiting, but the books are still lurking in acid-free boxes. I really wasn’t kidding when I asked about what classification system I should use. ;) Not really, I am just kidding. I may be a complete OCD bibliophile but I’m not THAT bad.
No. Really. I’m not.
I’m not sure what I’m waiting for, really. When I came home from England I threw them all up onto my shelves with no thought and I want to avoid that as much as I can. My medieval studies and primary texts need to be put back together and my Dumas books need to be carefully dusted and arranged. But that all requires time and thought and for the moment I’m kind of enjoying the unbridled thrill of potential that an empty shelf gives me. I can reorganize my books any way I want. I can put all the Christies together with the Crichtons and then follow that with the Blaylocks or I can alphabatise them. It’s all so exciting to think about. :)
I have to admit, I have mixed feelings about unpacking books, but that’s just because I’m lazy, and it’s like work. But it always makes me thing of Walter Benjamin’s discussion of cataloging and organizing books (which is here if you’ve never read it; it’s incredibly sweet: http://www.idehist.uu.se/distans/ilmh/Ren/benj-bookcoll.htm).