It’s been much too long since I’ve spent hours (and all my dollars) searching for titles to make my collection grow. I want to go to a used books store, the majority of the books I want are classics, or old fashioned. Plus I like the feel, look and smell of old battered books much better than crisp new ones.
Since I’ve turned 18, something within me gypsy-ed up. It’s hard to explain, but here’s some examples… I want to start my own folder full of my medical records and important certificates (Mum keeps everything at the mo), I want to separate my books from the communal wall of bookshelves in the living room and keep them in my room, I want my own Medicare card, I want my phone to be in my name…
I want to pretty much piss around what’s mine and chuck it in my cave so I can pick that up and move it whenever and wherever I please.
Just over a year from now, I’ll be moving out of home. I will finally be packing up my belongings in a tea towel, tying them to a stick and flinging it over my shoulder so I can carry it to my next adventure. But that’s next year. So for now, I’m doing all the little things I can to give myself that sense of autonomy I’ve been craving.
And today, I want to buy my own full set of Shakespeare’s works.