Again with the brown boxes..

Posted 2 years, 11 months ago at 11:12 am. 0 comments

I’ve started packing already.

Call me overly-enthusiastic about moving house, but I am incredibly eager to leave this place. It’s somewhat relaxing, to be honest, packing all my worldly posessions into battered, medium sized packing boxes and just stacking them up near my door. My room looks empty.

As much as I loathe this house in its current state, I’m going to miss this place- my freaking cold little garage, while really freaking cold, has served me well over the past 10 months. Still, it feels good to be starting over.

While packing this time I decided to be a little more ruthless. When I moved from mums house, I fit everything i possibly could into all the packing boxes I had, and there was still stuff left over at her house. Slowly but surely, I’m throwing things away, things I probably shouldn’t be but am anyway for the sake of being less of a pack-rat.

That said, even though I’m a little sad about leaving- there’s shopping to be done. Call me excessively female, but there’s something about shopping for manchester that makes me a happy girl. I don’t know whether it’s being able to play house and have everything all neat and clean and new, or whether it’s some female part inside of me that longs to enjoy shopping, and is forcing itself out on the most sensible and useful thing available. Either way, w000000 new towels! And Sheets! and doona covers- AND A NEW BOOKCASE AND BED.

Work is fun, too. I’m pleased.