When I first moved to the UK, I had a strict rule of no material acquisitions. I knew I'd only be living in the UK two years and anything I bought I would need to either transport or get rid of when I moved. If I had to have a a pair of pants? I had to get rid of another pair. If I had to have a book? Another book had to go.
I was pleased with my frugality and my spacious bookshelf. Though if I'm entirely honest, I really missed my books. As a writer, I used them for reference frequently. How do other writers tell backstory in present tense? What kinds of language do other writers use in historical fiction? How are minor characters introduced?
Well, it's been almost three years since then. My visa was extended for another two years, and who knows what the future holds. And this past year I decided to pursue my dream and get my MA in Writing for Young People. So suddenly... I needed stuff. I agonized over buying a printer. But buying books? Bring them on! I love my books.
The no material acquisitions policy was happily scrapped as I bought books for my classes, swapped books with my new writing friends, got a new book every week for my publishing class. Oh, and then last week I won an award for perfect attendance (I know! It's like 5th grade all over again!) and got twelve more books.
The good news: I've got a whole library again. The bad? I'm running out of space.
The good news for my British friends? Sometime in the coming years, I'll have a lot of books looking for good homes. Keep in touch!