Home is where my books are

As I pack up Ie No Dai Gaijin, I'm finding myself increasingly restless. I've always defined my home as the place where my books live. Today I'm packing up my books in preparation for the move to Casa Secoya next weekend, and the apartment is really starting to look like someplace that isn't mine.

In a very personal sense of the word, I'm homeless.

This next week is going to be rough, with all the last-minute effort that goes into picking up one's life and putting it down somewhere else. Next Saturday, however, the professional movers will sweep through here and whisk all my belongings to the new place. Books will be one of the first things unpacked, and I'll be spending next Saturday night in my new home for the first time.