WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING
You have been waiting to live somewhere you already live.
They sell furniture now with the lifespan of a single tenancy: flat-packed, particle-board, built to be abandoned at the next move. Nothing's made to last because nothing's expected to stay, least of all you. So home becomes a departure lounge: good things boxed, walls bare 'for now', proper settling saved for somewhere that counts. That was six years ago. It never came, and the waiting room quietly became where your life happens.
The bookshelf won't survive the next move. That's fine. The atmosphere can. Start there.
