I've been going through my books to get them boxed up and ready to store. A lot of them have been in boxes in the garage because there simply isn't room in the house (despite the bookcases in every room, including the kitchen).
I wish I had time to read them all again before we leave. There were very old friends- The Witch of Blackbird Pond, The Search for Delicious, From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler- that I first read almost 20 years ago. Then there are old, but not quite as old as the first group, friends like Tisha, A Town Like Alice, and the Lacemaker. I read these and more over and over as a teenager. There were some that were discovered in high school- The Prince, Jane Eyre, A Tale of Two Cities (I have to admit that this is the only Dickens I've ever really enjoyed), and Wuthering Heights. Some are from college: Palace Walk, Wanderings, and Understanding Islam. And finally, there are some that I've read since we've been married- Persuasion, The Grapes of Wrath, and House of Mirth.
You always have to leave things behind when you move. You can email people, store your blender for when you'll need it again, or take advantage of the opportunity to declutter. But there is nothing like having those books- those friends- on hand. They will be missed.