So, after more than a month in transit, our boxes arrived from Sabah. And my lounge room looks like this. Aaargh!
Where did we get all this stuff?
I should be used to this kind of thing, I suppose. I have lived in 16 different houses or apartments, 14 of them since I married, on 4 different continents.
But if I have done without the contents of these boxes for a month, why do I need it now?
Oh I sympathise, every time I move I swear I will never do so again. I still have china in boxes because I have nowhere to put it in our apartment. All the best with unpacking.
So do I, so do I. And then somehow I seem to do it all over again…
Bower bird! *grin*
Someone gave me this anti-clutter advice once: If you haven’t used/worn/admired an item for the past year then it is time to dispose of it.
Blech and ick and groan. Good luck. What a job!
Doing without something for a month is different from doing without it forever. (Okay, I confess, I’m a hoarder…but you never know when something will come in useful…)
I agree with that Peter, but I am married to a man like Hrugaar – a true hoarder…
A man like me? :O That must make some aspects of co-habiting extremely trying. 😀
Lol, Ru! Naughty, naughty…
now you’re back we must meet up!