Here’s the thing.
I have way too much stuff.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much stuff.
Books, scarves, teeshirts, CDs, mugs, shoes, postcards, bags, lovely little gifty things, photoframes, shiny things I bought on impulse, eyeshadows, sweaters…. I’m incredibly lucky.
But I’m also moving in four months.
Guess who’s trying to sort out stuff right now?
Trying to decide which things I definitely need – teaching notes, pens, Jockey Bear, a kettle, my laptop, my iPod.
Trying to sort the things I would definitely like to keep and have with me – cute shoes, wind up Mozart, pretty nicknacks friends have given me.
Trying to think of some stuff that Mum and Dad *might* store for me for a few years (our big three bed in Forres probably having more room in one room than wherever I may end up in London may have in total) – books, PGCE notes, my printer.
Then there’s the stuff to get rid of – stuff to recycle, stuff to throw, stuff to give to the charity shop, stuff to give to friends, stuff to try and sell…
Four years is the longest I’ve ever lived anywhere…and man, have I done it in style!
Back to the boxes!