Giving up my attempts at annual fiction writing, I am participating in November’s NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month). This is an attempt to write thirty posts in thirty days, and keep the words flowing. Hopefully, most of it should be good.
November’s here. Far too soon, it seems. I’m still missing England a bit. Discovering my scarves and woolly bits (yes, we brought them with us – we’ll need them for future winter trips, won’t we?) in one of the boxes made me nostalgic for being bundled up. With warm weather, you can only take off so much. What do you do with skin?
The 52 boxes have been mostly unpacked, inventoried and repacked. Mr.R and I meticulously went through the most important ones – the ones marked ‘Books’ and ‘DVDs’. With limited storage for our 600+ books, most of them remain in their temporary cardboard shelters. I hope they will stay safe there. Each box has now been labelled so we don’t have to re-open ten to find what we are looking for.
The most important books have now been taken out, kissed and welcomed to Indian shores. They now rest in their new home, in temporary shelving or ancient cupboards. With the familiar spines (and mess) around us, it’s beginning to feel like home.