Most of my library (I kept out the most essential 200 or so books, obviously) has been in boxes for the last 14 months. Over the last few weeks, every box has been opened and nearly every book has been placed on a shelf. Nearly. It looks like I'm going to need a few more shelves.
Needless to say, the joy has been off the charts, and my new books (you accumulate quite a few over 14 months) have been getting acquainted with my old books, and they like each other, and I feel like I want to burst.
Wonderfull things happen.