Oh my gosh, how does one end up with so much junk in such a tiny shoebox flat?! I thought I'd culled most of the useless things I owned a few months ago but it appears I was wrong. I guess you don't know how much stuff you have until you need to pack it all up into boxes and bags so it can be moved... into a bigger place... oh dear. That's just going to encourage more hoarding.
I'm the kind of person who forms sentimental attachments to pretty much everything: people, photos and letters, plush toys, CDs, shoes, study notes, pens, flash drives, old graphics cards I will never use again, that pretty shaped perfume bottle, those recipe books I've never opened, the ribbons we wore for the World Cup, last year's calander and diary...
Methinks I need to get ruthless. There may be tears. It won't be pretty.
No comments:
Post a Comment