Moving

  This week I returned to my working space in the library - a carrel overloaded with book stacks and with years of accumulated posters, pictures and postcards on the walls. This has meant saying farewell to my temporary office in the Arts Building and transporting three filled box loads of accumulated stuff back.

 While my carrel is cluttered with piles of photocopies and overloaded shelves, it is colourful and comforting in the way created by a sense of being surrounded by your own things. The downside is, of course, claustro(carrel)phobia and the background annoyance of people passing and working closely nearby.

 I find that moving is fundamentally unsettling. Beyond the time and energy required by the actual move, you (or atleast, I) feel off-balance, uncentred, unsure of my place and this feeling has spread out to encompass the rest of my life this week.

But with Aragorn keeping an eye on me, I'm sure things can only get better!