The great office move looms ever closer and I'm faced with some tough decisions - keep or chuck?
Although in some ways I'm looking forward to being (but not to moving) into my new office, it is slightly smaller than my present office, and so I feel an obligation to free myself of some of the cruft that has accumulated in the past 10 years since I last moved. But there is one thing that is bothering me.
On a high shelf lurk all my undergraduate textbooks, my beloved Stanier, my trusty Lehninger, my loathed/hated/feared Strickberger. They are museum pieces, scientifically outdated and cast adrift on a sea of Wikipedia. Although I haven't cracked the covers in more than 20 years, they are part of me, part of a past which, unlike offices, cannot change. But they're heavy and they're in the bloody way.
I can retrieve all the information they contain in seconds from the Internet, but what about all those long nights of studying that they represent? I don't want to lose that past, but I'm not unduly sentimental and I don't want to live in a museum.
So what do I do?