Know what’s worse than having your winter gear completely inaccessible in storage? Worse than when the “warm” state you moved to turned traitor and dropped into the low thirties with freezing ice?
It’s having every single book you own in storage. Inaccessible.
Every.
Single.
Book.
It’s been almost six months since I’ve gazed upon my preciouses. Stroked their spines. Smelled their booky goodness. Felt their wonderous silky pages underneath my fingertips. Read them.
Wah!!!! I want my books!!!
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