The joys of packing and moving overseas
I hate packing. Doesn’t everyone? This time round I’m having to do less packing for two reasons. The first is that I substantially decluttered earlier this year when I moved from my old house to my apartment and the second is because I’m renting the apartment out fully furnished. I still have some packing to do however and a fair bit more declutterring.
The thing is the more I declutter the more I like it. That’s not to say I’m a minimalist as my home is too strewn with keepsakes and the bric-a-brac of my travels for me to be considered minimalist. I’m not even particularly tidy. I am however enjoying not having mounds and mounds of unnecessary junk. No breadmakers, no bizarre mixing machines, less of everything and many less books (I gave away 16 boxes of books last time) overall I find myself happier the less my accoutrements. Back in the day I remember when I was happy with just a backpack of stuff. Whilst that would never suffice today I am enjoying throwing stuff away. It’s kinda cathartic.
Of course, standing in the way of all of this is of course my need to buy books, gadgets, magazines and strange little items I pick up whilst travelling. Let’s hope my apartment in Saigon isn’t too big because it’s clear to me that the bigger the place I live in the more inclined I am to fill it with stuff I really don’t need.