Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Oh, the awful effort.
It is simply not possible to move residences without seriously considering the adoption of a minimalist lifestyle. Having lifted everything I possess into a vehicle then lifting it out again, the conclusion is unavoidable: I have too much stuff. In my case, it was enough stuff to fill an extended cargo van (rented), three full loads in my dad's Jeep and one full load in my brother's hatchback. I feel badly for my parents because all those car loads of stuff are now taking up space in their basement.
Please note that I have lived in bachelorette apartments for the past six years. I can't even think about how difficult it is to move more than one room's worth of furnishings. My biggest volume of material consists of clothing. This is mostly because my size swings. I have dresses in sizes 4 through 16. I've got five plain knee-length black skirts but only one will fit at any given time. The problem is that I keep everything in the unrealistic hope that I'll be a size 4 again someday. By offloading items that don't fit now, am I accepting my unhealthy state as permanent? Tough call...
Moving is such an exhausting process and so I'm glad in my case it was for dual reasons: landlady selling up and me going to Bhutan. It would have been the worst if I'd had to move out to live elsewhere for a few months before my visa came through.