Thursday was a relatively normal day, at least on the outside. On the inside I was buzzing. I'd walk from the dining room to the bathroom and by the time I got to there I'd forgotten what I went there for, so I'd have to go back to the dining room to remember.
Despite all this, I composed myself a fabulous TODO list and I just started to methodically work through it.
On top of organising the trip, I also had to move out of my house. It's about to be sold. So Friday I start sorting and culling and packing and chucking! Chucking things out that is. I should clarify given the association here with the sea!
The family rallied together and over the weekend we managed to move 90% of my stuff into storage. Moving house and letting go of all the things you don't want/need anymore is such an emotional process. Quite sad really. The "stuff" you collect says so much about you. I very happily gave up the books on how to be rich/successful/happy. Don't need them anymore.
Still, it's very liberating. I feel lighter.
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