We finally got around to unpacking all our books after moving a year ago. (We had to finish parts of the house and have a son move out in order to feel motivated enough to get things all the way done.)
Anyway... being the super organized person I am (!), I had listed every single box we moved, along with a brief description of what the box contained. And after unpacking all my boxes of books, every single box on my list was marked off, except one. Box 66, containing "books" is not accounted for.
I mean, I'm 99% sure it made it to our new house. We only moved like 5-6 houses/lots down the street. No professional movers were involved. Really, nobody was involved outside of our family. And I'm pretty sure all the boxes were moved in our own vehicles.
Either I unpacked it and forgot to mark it off before passing it on to a friend who was moving (although I feel like I was super careful in that regard), or it really did get lost. The only way I'd ever really know is if I started looking for books that I couldn't find, and even then, would I really know?
And then... even worse...
I was pulling boxes out of a closet downstairs, and the one on the bottom of the pile was stuck. Like I couldn't move it without a lot of effort BECAUSE... it was stuck to the wall. BECAUSE it had been wet and then dried. The whole bottom and up the sides had been wet at one point (there were liquid marks, plus the box was stuck to the wall as it dried). WHAT??? Why? We could see no evidence of a water leakage on the wall or the carpet. The carpet didn't even look discolored or anything. I know it wasn't wet when we put it in there, because I'm sure we would have noticed. None of the boxes above it were wet.
I freaked out some because I tend to be really suspicious of people, especially people who pee in empty water bottles and throw them on our property while doing sheetrock work for us. I still wonder if one of them peed in the room on the other side of the wall from this closet and it leaked under the wall. (The other room wasn't finished at the time... they were putting sheetrock in there, and it wasn't a job they were thrilled about.) I mean, I probably wouldn't have thought that at all if not for the pee in the bottle outside.
Anyway, I can hardly stand to think about it. In any case, the box was labeled "Books - probably donate," so it wasn't a hard to decision to just decide they were definitely going to be donated... to the trash.
Most were churchy type books, some weren't, but I honestly didn't feel like digging through it too thoroughly. I was too grossed out with the scenarios going through my mind.
Now if I can just someday forget about this disturbing situation, that would be awesome. As it is, I'm glad it's not a closet I plan to spend any time in.
And then there was yet another box of books that were labeled "Probably will donate," so I donated those to DI. I didn't take any pictures or even make any notes about what they were. A lot of them were books from our previous homeschooling days, so not a lot of sentimental attachment.
I still hope to find a resolution on Box 66... like maybe my daughter will find it among the boxes I sent her way.
(ETA: No luck with either of our daughters, so I'll never know what happened with this box.)
(ETA again: Discovered our first missing book: Holes. I know we had it, it's been on our shelves for years, and my youngest son wants to read it for a school assignment. I had no doubt it was on our shelves, but it's not. So is there a missing box of books? I guess I'll see what other books show up as missing as time goes on. Sigh. In the meantime, I bought him the Kindle version.)