Belonging

I am not good at change.

I know, I know. If you don’t change, you stagnate. Change is good. The chaos that precedes change is necessary. Change is how we grow.

I know. But still. I’m not good at it. And this moving thing? Ugh. I kick boxes when I can’t find things in them. I had a mini-meltdown this morning because I couldn’t find the measuring cup I wanted. I am profoundly unsettled. (I’m also a true delight to be around, just so ya know.)

But, as I’ve been reminding myself pretty much constantly throughout the last two weeks, (usually in my Julia Child voice, which renders all advice infinitely more effective)  this too shall pass. And it is passing. Little by little, I’m getting first this corner how I want it, then that drawer organized, then figuring out where I can keep my eyeliners and what I did with the purse rack. It’s progressing.

And one of the things that makes this new place a little closer to home is displaying my favorite belongings. And the top of that list is my collection of Penguin Clothbound Classics.

Beth's Penguin Hardcover Classics Collection - August, 2012[3]

I’ve loved this collection since I first saw them in presale advertisements. And in the past year, my guy—who is very good at picking out things for me that I absolutely love—has bought me all of these. A few for my birthday, a few for Christmas, Emma showed up after my car exploded on the highway, Tess joined the ranks after I raved about the Masterpiece Classics miniseries (which if you haven’t seen yet, you absolutely should), and Cranford –and the miniseries on Blu-ray which is quite wonderful—was a “welcome to your new place” present. (Ok, this post is equal parts ‘I hate moving’  and ‘Yes, I’m spoiled rotten.’)

Anyway, I love these books. They make it feel like home.