My house is about to become a bookstore.
This is not the happy news that it would initially seem to be. ((I would simply love to live in an old library or bookstore. What a thrilling idea! All of those books just sitting there, waiting for me to choose from daily. It sort of makes me want to run away and move into one secretly. Hey! That reminds me of one of my favorite adolescent books ever! From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. But I digress!))
In order to move to Japan, I need two things. Money, obviously being the most important. Room in my suitcases for absolute essentials is the other.
Plainly put, I own a lot of books. A lot.
I would never have imagined that one day, I’d have to let some of these books go. I always joke that I buy books the way most women buy shoes. But what can you really expect with an old literature major? I am nothing but a displaced scholar trying to transition to a life outside of academia, but it’s proving difficult. I’m nothing without books. How ironic that in order to put my hard earned Bachelor’s Degree in English to good use, I need to sell the very things that made me passionate about English in the first place.
I know a few facts.
1. My apartment in Japan is going to be tiny.
2. Books are heavy and heavy things are expensive to ship.
3. Light things are already expensive to ship to Japan, heavy things are out of the question.
4. I am really poor and don’t have anywhere near the amount of money I need to move to Japan.
So I am turning my home into a bookstore and having a sale. Thankfully I know a lot of other people in the field of literature, so I hope I can generate some good interest. I’m going to have coffee and tea and little cookies around for the people who come to the sale. I hope to make a little bit of money. Though I plan on selling the books for a good deal. I hope this turns out well.
I can assure you I’m going to cry myself to sleep that night.