We've got most of the unpacking done, but I'm still getting everything organized. The really challenging part of unpacking for me is to resist the urge to read every book I pull out of a box. Unpacking means you get to handle every possession for at least a second and all those well intentioned but unfulfilled plans to brush up on my latin or Calculus or reread the Origin of the Species are right in front of me again. And there are some books that are just too wonderful to not open up again like the 1965 paperback of the Hobbit. It's the first edition released in the US and has some wonderfully bizarre cover art featuring emus. So I've found myself rereading Man's Search for Meaning, Ecce Romani, The Hobbit, The Communist Manifesto, The Norton Critical Collection of Darwin, Thoreau's Walden, The Jungle Book and Harold Bloom's Best Poems of the English Language ALL at the same time. I think I'm going crazy. I've started dreaming of rioting socialist Hobbits in Rome.
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