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November was a very busy month for me. Probably the busiest month this year (so far, ’cause December looks like it’s gonna be a right doozy too). The month of November entailed lots of planning, packing, errand-running, moving, and a couple of emotional upheavals. So basically, a bit of everything really. But first …
The Big MoveI packed up the majority of my belongings in November and made sure everything was ready to be transported to my new apartment. The whole packing process didn’t take as long as I had anticipated but getting all the boxes from Point A to Point B was a bit of a faff. It was hard work and I did the majority of it by myself – yes, my parents came with me, but I made sure I was the one making the trips up and down with the boxes and 2-wheeled hand cart. Not only did I want to prevent my parents from having to do any of the physical work, but I also wanted to experience the physical act of moving on my own. I wanted to experience what moving actually felt like, how hard it was, what went into it, how much planning was needed. Essentially, I needed to discover what moving was all about. And I did.
Emotional UpheavalsI blame Penny Dreadful for much of the emotions I experienced in November. What with the whole move and the overall crummy November weather, I couldn’t help but feel a tad overwhelmed and sad at times. The moroseness of Penny Dreadful certainly didn’t help very much either! If you haven’t seen that show yet, I very much recommend you watch it – especially if you’re into Victorian literature, poetry, and British period dramas. It’s a veritable feast for the senses, that show, and the dialogue is beautifully-written. The dialogue alone would make a grown man weep!
Increased Library UsageI’ve always been an avid library patron, but in the month of November, I felt like I was there almost every other day! I stopped buying books altogether in late-October and since then, I’ve been borrowing both old and new books from my local library like crazy. At first, I didn’t think I’d enjoy reading library books exclusively because I thought I’d miss the whole book-buying and -owning process. I was wrong, though. I’m actually enjoying reading library books more because I know it’s saving me money in the long run! Money that can now be put towards my mortgage payments (ugh).
In November I discovered that owning books is overrated (at least, for me it is). What’s the sense of hanging onto books when you know you’ll never re-read them? I mean, if I were to die tomorrow, what would happen to all my books? My family would probably just throw them out or donate them. When I stand in front of my full-to-bursting bookshelves I feel overwhelmed and heavy. My books have become a burden to me and one that I’m eager to shed. It’s sad, really, because I was always so proud of my book collection. I don’t know what happened or what triggered this animosity in me, but something in me clearly changed. Maybe this topic warrants its own separate post? Let me know if this is something you’d like me to expand on.
* * * *What did you get up to in November?
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