I feel somewhat the same way about bookshelves. When you walk into my parents' house, the first thing you see is three bookshelves covering a wall, stacked as high as you can reach without a ladder. I was looking forward to getting my own when I moved out permanently. Now, I don't see that happening. (On the plus side, I won't have to fight my dad over who gets to keep what.) But I'm sure people felt the same about v…
The way I see it, a lot of my books are on my shelf through mere inertia, not because of any great love for them. They just happened to be physical when I acquired them, and as such, disposing of them is extra work. So they sit there.
In the future, I think I'll be reading books on my kindle, and then I'll consider whether the book merits a meatspace presence in my life. If so, I'll pick up a copy.
In the end, I'll likely have fewer books on my shelves, but what I do have will be a more meaningful representation of my tastes and values.