With less than three weeks till I jet off to the other side of the world, I’ve been checking off the list of things to get finished/organised/freaked out about. The Easter long weekend was here so I decided to tackle my room and begin packing it up to move out.
For weeks I’ve told myself this was going to be an easy task, don’t stress it. I mean I only moved in here 6 months ago, and at that time I cleaned out the majority of my belongings and shipped the rest off to storage (thanks again mum). I was glad that I’d come across unclutterer on the internet, or else, I’d have had a hard time cleaning through the clutter and the whole process would have taken me weeks.
So you can imagine how I was feeling at about this moment.
I had clothes, cables and all sorts of random paraphernalia spread around my shoe box of a room. This simple process of deconstructing my living quarters had turned into a matter of sink or swim. The first moments it was all exciting to discover an old article of clothing with money still in the pocket or finding that long lost camera memory card with last years party photos still on it.
Then I looked around and discovered my escape route blocked, someone had begun a game of hide and go seek with my bed and somewhere an iPhone is ringing but do you think I can tell which pile of stuff it’s hiding under.
With nothing left to do but resign to the fact I have entirely underestimated the task at hand all I could do was to keep going, if I didn’t I was sleeping on the couch. At this stage beer improve my mood. But don’t bother asking for help on twitter, it just leads to excuses like I just fell down a flight of stairs sorry.
Slowly moving from one mountain of items to the next, progress was made. I amassed 5 plastic bags full of clothes destined for the charity bin. When you have clothes that have nothing wrong with them, (OK some should never see the light of day again, hello denim jacket with wool lining) pass them to your local charity and not the garbage man.
The rest was either boxed up for storage or passed straight to the bin like the empty boxes I found. Why I had all these empty boxes still perplexes me, yes they once had goods in them but now what is their purpose??
Eventually reaching the end of my quest I could relax knowing that my wardrobe now looks like this.
Really I should have known better than to tackle everything at once, especially considering how many times I’ve moved house over the last 10 years. It your attempting the same thing soon here are a couple of tips that might help:
- Start small, one section or draw each day
- Be ruthless. Your leaving the country that jacket won’t be fashionable when you return
- After you think you’ve been ruthless go back and do it again
- Once its boxed or bagged up leave it that way, there is no second chances
- Make a for sale and a donate pile
Reaching the end and finding my room half empty was a good feeling. It meant I was another step closer to compacting my life into a backpack. Speaking of my backpack, I also got around to a practice packing session but that’s a story for next week.