I Need a Bookshelf.

My books have been stacked on my floor now for weeks... and are now tucked into a tupperware bin under my bed, which is sad because books are meant to be read, browsed, flipped through and looked at. But they are under my bed... and I hate that. For those of you who don't know me, or just haven't known me that long... here's the list:

High school graduation - 2001
1 - Grace Adventures - summer 2001
2 - Taylor University English Hall #303 - 2001-2002
3 - Grace Adventures - summer 2002
4 - Taylor University English Hall #307
5 - Mom and Dad's - spring and summer 2002
6 - Kenya - fall 2003
7 - Burton Street 2004-2005
8 - Mom and Dad's summer 2005
9 - South Africa fall 2005
10 - Tory's house - spring 2006 (college graduation)
11 - Jenny's house - May 2006
12 - Rockford house - summer 2006
13 - Orchard Hill - fall 2006-2007
14 - Kathy's house - spring 2008
15 - Grace Adventures - summer 2008
16 - Mom and Dad's - fall 2008-spring 2009
17 - Irma's house (Denver) - March-May 2009
18 -Kate's (not me) room - June-July 2009
????? August 2009...

Since high school graduation I have moved 18 times. I have lived in 13 separate locations in 8 years. I am anxious to stop using my college quilt, my sister's old twin sheets, put pictures on my wall, decorate, put my jewelry box on a dresser, have space for all my clothes, but most importantly have a bookshelf so my books can have a home once again. I am ready for stability, I have sowed my wild oats, traveled and done exotic things, but now I want a rhythm to my life, I want routine and a home to call my own. I am ready for a flower garden and a puppy. I ache for it, my soul yearns for it. Solace and independence. And it all starts with a bookshelf...




*disclaimer: I am so grateful for the places I have lived and the people I've lived with... I just don't want to put things in boxes, lug them down stairs, drive, unload, and then unpack them... AGAIN. ***