Moving

After that rant, a rather decent place to live was found. This is the moving weekend. We are at that point in the moving process where stuff is strewn around both the old and new flats. Lots and lots of stuff. I’m amazed how all the stuff fit in neatly – alright, alright! Scratch neatly out – in the old flat at all. To think we entered this country with a mere 23 + 7 kgs each…

Some very eminent bloggers have written about how they re-discovered all the things they never remembered they even possessed. I was amused by their eloquent exaggeration. Now, I realise, they weren’t exaggerating!

There are so many things I don’t know the origin of, I tell you. For instance, while clearing a draw, I found a tiny zip-lock cover with bluish-green sequins. I can only guess they were given as a spare along with an apparel with similar sequins. However, try as I might, I’m unable to remember having bought such a garment (or shoes or bag).

Lets take another example. Hair serums and sprays and bands and clips. Man! I had actually been wanting to buy some of those things that I found in my draw. Quite a nice thrill to find them. I even found a tiny nut and a bolt that had been missing from one of my pairs of sun-glasses.

On a tangentially related note, it would be nice if someone can remind me exactly why I buy all those (pretty) bracelets when all the jewellery I wear are earrings, and perhaps an occasional necklace.

Moving on to the kitchen, how many types of sweetening agents do you think one family of two would need? I had five types of sugars alone – white, caster, icing, molasses, low cal substitute. That doesn’t include honey, golden syrup, dark brown jaggery and light brown jaggery.

Then there is this cartload of wires I discovered in draws and shelves all over the house. In this era of electronics, one really doesn’t dare throw away any wire with a USB lead on one end, I guess.

Phone chargers. Sum-total of 3 phones, but about 5 chargers. Do they breed in those dingy draws or what?

I haven’t dared to go near the broom closet yet. There are about 14 shoe boxes. Then, other small cartons that some other gadgets came in. I wonder what each of those boxes will yield.

I also wonder whether there would be enough space in the new flat. I know, I know! I ought to throw things I haven’t used for a while (or even ever) away. But what if I find that skirt with blue-green sequins in some corner?