I will survive ...

First I was afraid, I was petrified, kept thinking I could never live without books by my side, and I spent so many nights thinking how they did me right, and I grew strong as I learned to get along ... with stuffing books in every little nook and cranny in the flat.

After I moved into the flat and before I considered the imminent move out, I swore I would reduce the number of books I acquired. Now I’m paying the price of creeping acquisition and attachment by having to box and store these literary companions, most of them unread, waiting for the procrastination of reading time to abate.
This image, the first of several boxes of books and I haven’t finished packing them all away yet!