As I’m sure you all know by now, I am back in the States living at my parent’s house. And while this situation made me sad for many reasons, (including the unfortunate fact that I had to leave some books behind in the UK,) I did find myself excited at the idea that I would be reuniting with my collection of books stored at my parent’s house.
Now, these poor books of mine had been separated from me for… four years? “But wait!” I can hear you all asking, “How can that be when you were only gone for a year-and-a-half to study abroad?” (Because you all know my life so well, right?) Well, when I broke up with my ex-fiance and moved back to my parent’s house four years ago, I ended up packing all my books away and storing them in my parent’s basement. While I kept the new books I bought after the move up in my room with me, a majority of my collection remained packed away in boxes. (Those sad, sad books.)
Until I moved back. During my first week back in the States, I ordered three bookcases and unpacked all of my books. And that reunion? It was FULL of emotions! (But I’m just going to share the main three I felt during that time.)
I felt like I reunited with old friends.
One of the best things about reuniting with my old books was the fact that it felt like I had reunited with long, lost friends. These are my books. These are my comforters. These are the things that I’ve spent hours of my life absorbing, escaping to, connecting with. It just felt so good to find those old favorites within my collection – and it was hard to resist the temptation to stop what I was doing and just re-read them all once again.
I was a little confused.
Of course, I was also a little confused while looking through my old collection. Where did some of these books come from? Did I really buy these? Why? I’ve always been one to readily admit I have book amnesia, but I always thought I could at least remember which books I actually own. I guess not. There are some books in my collection that I had absolutely no recollection of ever buying, and I really couldn’t figure out what about these books appealed to me. Huh.
And I was totally heartbroken.
And then there was the totally unexpected emotion of the reunion – the heartbreak. There are a couple of books I swear I owned copies of that are absolutely nowhere to be found. The two that I know were both series finales of series I read, so I know they should be there, but they aren’t. And missing those books just tore my heart apart. Where did they go? How long have they been missing? Does this mean I’m missing other books I don’t know about or can’t remember? I really have no idea what happened to those books, but my heart is pretty sad they’re not a part of my collection.
Overall, it was a very emotional week when I unpacked and reunited with my books (I’m sure my boyfriend would agree, having been there through it all). Though some of it still bothers me (darn you missing books!), I have to say I’m overall quite happy to be back with my US collection. These books are finally getting the love they deserve being set up on my new bookshelves, and seeing them out of the corner of my eye while resting in bed always fills me with a certain peace.
Have you ever reunited with your books? How did it feel? Relate to any of my feelings?