Wow. Did I seriously underestimate moving or what.
I'm not sure why considering I've moved three times before, but I was completely confident I'd have everything knocked over in under a week. Yet after three weeks of this here I was today, standing in the middle of the lounge room of mum's house, looking at pile of 'stuff' that I somehow had to find a spot for by tomorrow. Weird, random stuff that I was completely conflicted about whether to chuck, bring to the new place or store.
I mean, maybe I would need Styling mousse. I don't use it, but what if I suddenly had a situation where I needed it? Like an eighties dress up party perhaps? And the cream umbrella that didn't even fold up in a nice compact way. Not to mention the three year old face masks and numerous lamps and vases that weren't even to my taste anymore. What do I do with them?
I need tubs. Lots of tubs. I need to shove everything in, label it and store it. (Apart from the facemasks, obviously. I think that after three years they've hit their expiry date, and I can afford the $5 for a new one. Maybe.)
Some good stuff though. I found my grey knitted legwarmer that I've been missing terribly the past month. Plus, I've uncovered $22 worth of change and some new AA batteries. That's a bonus, right?
All I need to think is that this time next week, I'll be in gorgeous North Queensland. Bring it on baby.