I have more books in my house than the closest 3 public libraries.
Okay, that's probably not technically true, but it feels like it. We moved last fall and I filled up box after box after box after box with books. One of our poor elders quorum volunteers actually hurt himself carrying boxes of books out of our house. They fill four bookshelves, and spill over into every room in the house.
Right now, we're on the verge of turning our lives upside-down in order to finish our basement. I really want it finished, but the chaos that is going to ensue for untold months while it's in the process is the part I'm not looking forward to. We have 1500 square feet of JUNK down there that we have to either toss or store in the 1500 square feet we live in. Including four bookshelves of very heavy books.
We already have six people living in the 1500 square feet upstairs, along with too many belongings and furnishings. I just don't know what life is going to be like trying to cram another 1500 square feet of junk into that space. We're obviously going to have to pare down. And buy a storage shed.
In the past year, I've sold one book on half.com. In that same space of time, I've purchased.... let's just say it's more than one book. What is it about books that makes them impossible to let go of? If I or my children ever want to read one of the books I donate to D.I. or sell on half.com, we can just march down to those public libraries I was mentioning earlier and check them out.
Maybe it's time to part with some of those books. But parting is such sweet sorrow.