the stuff you own ends up owning you


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.