I have boxed the in-trays, the stationary drawer, the four-dozen recycled-from-school-and-uni notebooks and the miscellanious things I found that filled holes in boxes. I have booked moving people who keep sending me SMSes asking if I want more boxes or people to pack for me, sorted all of my craft supplies into plastic stacking tubs, found and packed my albums, old school year books, photos of exes and friends and other old memories and I'm living out of a suitcase while the rest of my wardrobe cowers behind my books.

Oh, yes, I finally emptied the bookshelves:

Ignoring the pile of tubs down the front and the half-pile of plastic folders halfway down, that's 3 meters by 1 meter of book piles, most of which are over 1 meter high. The books in the bookshelf above are, unfortunately, not mine. But yes, they're about two to three books deep. So it's not my fault; I was born this way.