I hate moving house.
Like, the unpacking and having a new place and new pastures to frolic in and all that is great. But the packing and the moving itself? It’s far too much. I don’t know how snails or tortoises do it.
I have a suitcase full of books, and boxes full of plates and pictures and ornaments (yes, I am an ornament person) – yet I am still surrounded by stuff. Mountains of it. It leaves me only one conclusion to make.
I’m a hoarder.
A human squirrel. I hide my nuts then forget where I put them. Although they aren’t nuts. More like books. Magazines. Necklaces. Anything really.
Today, this will change. A nearby charity shop will be receiving a healthy donation of a variety of…well, everything. And I shall be starting a new, minimalistic life.
Pfft, as if. Bring on the boxes, it may be a mountain of crap to you, but they’re treasured belongings to me and I’M KEEPING THEM ALL.