Moving abroad, even temporarily, focuses the mind. For raising stress levels, isn’t it in the top three – along with bereavement and divorce?
Decisions have to be made about kitchen equipment, books, CDs, old correspondence – and things you’ve thought you’d need one day ‘just in case’ are, in fact, useless, horrendously designed or non-functioning.
This includes a metal security box with no key which contains 30-year old patchouli oil, a tooth that got punched out in a teenage fight and a cigarette (Silk Cut if you must know) with a message from an old…er…flame scrawled along it.
Then there are clothes that will never fit again in a million years – and blurred photographs of old, forgotten holidays. Our attic – which we’ll use to store some stuff – even has items from previous owners, like a handsome Hoover from the 1970s (eBay?).
Well, at least the local charity shop now has a copy of ‘Witchcraft Today’ and a few decent shirts.
Cassette tapes from 1996 containing audio logs of train trips through Russia and China are fascinating to listen to. These will never be consigned to the bin (in fact, they need to be digitised).
And there are other things that we definitely can’t chuck out. It was hard to put our childhood toys in the attic – it’s like leaving our families behind, only worse.
So Bobo, Ted, Poppin, Blue Bunny, Humpty et al – we’ll see you again soon. You wouldn’t like the heat anyway x.