Moving house sucks. Its hard. You go through all your old stuff and remember people and things and places that used to mean something to you. And then you feel all the history bubble up from a forgotten well and realize you are living a life. Good, bad, loaded, broke, either way you are living. You’ve done stuff. Its tough not to be sentimental about it, but I have decided that sentiment is your own worst enemy while going through life changing times. There is absolutely a time and a place for sentiment. Incredible inspiration can come from it.

But when you moving house, its not the time. I feel more like a butcher when I’m packing the boxes. Need it? Really? Why? When last did you use it? Did you even know you had it til you opened up this box? These are the questions I pose to myself before slicing through the piles of stuff and reorganizing it into ‘keep’ or ‘chuck.’

You have to be ruthless, there is no other way. Or you end up hoarding and that is even worse. But that must be how those people get there. The crazies on TLC shows who hoard everything and can’t clean up their own houses cause their is just no space to move.

That’s gross.

That flashes through my mind when the sentiment creeps in and i quickly throw it in the ‘chuck’ pile. Of course i have the memory box, and the future sentiment box, like the dress I’m saving to hang on my daughters wall after she is conceived and born. But on the whole its got to have a function and practical purpose in my life right now to win its spot in the ‘keep’ pile. So ja, i better get back to it then…

aaagghhhhh…..