Goodness, I feel like I’ve been scrabbling through my life since July hit–you’ll notice the absence of posts in that tumultuous month–but things seem to be falling into place at long last, and perhaps the calm after the storm has finally begun.
I’ve unpacked all of these
and piled them onto a noticeably listing Ikea bookshelf.
I was a little distraught that I did not have enough room to properly categorize and arrange them, as I am wont to do. Clearly, another shelf will have to be purchased for this small apartment because I really can’t have stacked, double rows of fiction spilling onto the non-fiction shelf.
My neighborhood exploration has been cursory but satisfying at this stage. I followed the arrows to the library:
I stumbled upon this bench by the lake:
And discovered that I am no too far from a charming, used bookstore called The Armadillo’s Pillow, which proudly proclaims that it sells “Actual Books for Actual People.” It is adorned by globes, lined and blanketed by books, which are, surprisingly, organized to a navigable degree, and I’m sure I saw a cat run by at some point.
I think I’ll like it here.