the stuff you own ends up owning you

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Whoa.

If ever you are offered the opportunity to pack up all your belongings in the span of two evenings, haul them across town in an afternoon, and unpack them all into a space approximately one quarter the size of the space they previously occupied, word to the wise: don't. Or, if you do find the offer irresistible, consider packing industrial quantities of valium into your bloodstream.

I have just last night managed to crawl out from under all the boxes.

Today's task was supposed to be to organise the desk area — it and the linen closet are the last remaining areas to be sorted and organised and made bearable. Instead I chose to run a power cord around the bedroom, so that I may have light at night. Luxury!

Normal blogging to resume soon. Ish.