Mostly unnecessary - 22 days

I spent a fair bit of today packing stuff, and was pretty shocked at how much shite I'd already packed. I ended up throwing out about a suitcase worth of stuff, mainly from the suitcase I pre-packed about a month ago, thinking "that's one bag sorted, I'll do the rest as I go", but which turned out to be just junk. So I decided to go through all of my stuff, which mainly consists of the small amount of clothes I actually wear, and reassess what I actually need. Which is a grown up and organised thing to do.



This doesn't seem like such a big deal, but it kind of got me, since over the last two years we've thrown out so much shit it's unbelievable, and it's not as if we were tripping over stuff trying to make our way around the house, the place always seemed pretty empty, but I still managed to fill a truck and three skips full of shite to throw in a relatively short space of time.

Substitute concrete for shitty carpet

To be fair the first time I hired a skip to get rid of stuff was after one of the dogs had some stomach issues, on the carpet. I didn't really want to clean this, so I decided the best action to take was to remove the living room carpet, and every other piece of carpet from the house. I think I had the house carpet-free within about 30 minutes from the shit hitting the floor. The carpets were awful though, they were probably the only floor covering the house had seen since it was built in '75, so Molly probably did us a favour.

I'm in there somewhere, next to some socks.

Aye, so since Cassie and Davie left last year (taking a fair few suitcases and a couple of dogs), I've visited twice, leaving about 4 suitcases full of stuff in the process. So I really should have been left with the bare essentials, and for the best part of a year it has felt like I had fuck all. But after packing two suitcases I still have a room full of shite. I swear I'm living inside Mary Poppins' carpet bag.



I didn't think I was a hoarder, and I have a tendency to de-clutter and tidy-up a lot, so I'm pretty disappointed in myself that I managed to accumulate so much rubbish, and I now face the prospect of getting to my new home and throwing out half of the stuff I have there in an attempt to keep on top of the clutter, which includes about ten suitcases we'll never need again, as there's no doubt that the items I thought would come in handy a year ago will turn out to be useless rubbish, or clothes that don't fit.



Anyway, I'm packed, and I just have my day to day stuff to pack and then I'm good to go. So I reckon I don't need to do anything move-related until the night of the 15^th, leaving me 21 days of doing bugger all, which really does make the time drag in. The first 51 weeks of being away from my family were relatively easier to negotiate, as I always had stuff to do/things to organise/worry about, and I never had an idea of when I'd actually get to make the move. However, the final three weeks are going to be difficult especially when the nerves start to set in, and it feels like they're on the way!