I'm Home.

Yesterday I got to leave work a little early, I drove home, trying to decide which route to take... I'm so glad I chose to exit at University Blvd because in someone's yard was the most perfect book shelf I have ever seen! It is a ladder bookshelf that leans up against your wall, it has a little bit of a modern look to it, the best part is that it isn't clunky or chunky and takes up very little space. And in my 456 sq. foot apartment, space is crucial! The pic on the left isn't my actual bookshelf, but exactly like it. Isn't it glorious? $25 they were asking... JACKPOT! :) I drove to the bank, withdrew the money, packed it up in my backseat, went home, put on a new CD of a guy named Owen who I heard playing in a coffee shop, and screwed together my treasure. Then came the best part, I pulled out my two boxes of books and the stacks under my bed and arranged them on the shelf just so. I displayed L.M Montgomery who wrote the Anne of Green Gables series, I have Francine Rivers, Frederik Buechner and Ernest Hemingway. I have fiction novels, philosophy wonderings, theology books and more. They are easily accessible and display who I am and what I value. You want to know who I am, just take a look at my bookshelf. I am home now; the dust has been blown off my books and they have been unpacked from their stuffy, dark storage spaces. They have rightfully claimed their space in my small little home and I feel more at peace and more whole because they are there. It's amazing, the little things that are so meaningful. I have a bookshelf now, my first bookshelf since I've moved to Denver, and I am home now.