Anyone who has had to move homes need not be told what an absolutely tiresome experience it is. And the more frequently it is done, the more horrific, even the mere thought of it, turns out to be. I’m yet to recover from the last move and am still having nightmares!
Packing up is when we know how much clutter we have accumulated over the years and the unnecessary baggage that we carry, both physically and emotionally. Letting go of both needs a lot of maturity and will power. But more than that, it calls for some sleight of hand and hoodwinking other members of the family to retain our stuff and throw out theirs.
None can probably beat us in hoarding things. While sorting out the stuff in the boxes, these are some of the things I've discovered that hubby actually packed:
- Notes taken down in class-circa 1975.
- Old telephone directories.
- Two carrier bags full of scraps of material.
- Obsolete Computer magazines.
Well, I’ve listed below the things which hubby feels are redundant, but which after a prolonged argument (which you know who won), I managed to squeeze into Box No. 151:
- Those little sachets of salt and sugar you get with your meal on planes.
- Unopened, still gift-wrapped dinner/tea sets.
- Collection of comics which I probably read as a pre-schooler.
- My size 26 jeans which I optimistically save for future use.
We have been lugging around all this stuff untiringly for quite a few years now. But when I think of the cradle that I used as a child still lying in my parents’ home, I feel a lot better! Atleast I’m not that bad a hoarder!