stuff going into storage while we are in Okinawa. I decided to put my
books into storage, as I was afraid that the humid air could turn
them moldy. I sent them away out of love and affection.
Few people can properly understand the pain that this separation will
cause. I have stood in front of the shelves daily and stared,
touched, and sometimes even read those books. They were my 753 little
idols. And now they are gone, taken from me by two incredible sweaty
German men (one of whom had a gastrointestinal problem and stunk up
our bathroom in a wicked way).
The remainder of our household goods will get packed up on Monday and
Tuesday, but who cares about that stuff?
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