I don’t want to unpack anymore 😦
It has been a long week. We started packing the van on Friday night, moved Saturday morning til 1, rushed to a wedding for a couple of hours, back to the flat to take apart the wardrobe, move that, fetch a bed from my mums, unpack some stuff, go to the evening do of the wedding, sleep, wake up and move some more, unpack a bit here and there, return the van, go and be enthusiastic with the kids at church, help with catering, back to the house, unpack the kitchen stuff, sleep, sort out bills and address changes, move MORE stuff with friends, unpack, shop, cook, unpack, sleep, unpack, sort out more bills (hello ginormous phone bill – not best pleased, British Gas!), walk to the bank, change address, meet a friend, unpack, cook, be sociable, unpack, sleep, clean old flat, organise last bits and bobs, walk home, be sociable, unpack, cook, be sociable…
You get the gist. Half term – what half term..! Thank the Lord that it is half term though, it’s allowed us to be much more flexible in sorting ourselves out. We’ve finally emptied and cleaned the old place and are handing over the keys tomorrow. Now it’s just sorting out all of our
crap valuable, meaningful belongings. Read: I HAVE TOO MUCH STUFF.
I could/should just give/throw stuff away. But it’s those little bits that you don’t really have a place for but can’t quite bring yourself to throw away, so they get shoved in a shoebox til the next time you have the debate with yourself over 3 year old birthday cards. Or glass jars (I moved a bag full of recycled jars…I might need them one day..!). Or kebab sticks. Or a bag of tealights. Or little piggy banks.
Argh, time to get off my bum and get on with it. Besides, I need to move about – the heating is a bit dodgy, so the middle floor is like a sauna whilst downstairs is about 5 degrees colder and feels like there’s a constant draught. Brr! Time to get a wiggle on.