Unpacking Woes
As per usual, I've got tissue stuffed up my nostrils while I'm surrounded by boxes and boxes of dust, typing this.
Okay, it's not just dust but sorting out these boxes which practically house half my life makes me sneeze. I have no idea how things accumulated and escalated to such levels in mere two years. I reap what I sow.
Moving the boxes were way worse. I strained my right shoulder lifting them out of the ruddy corner from storage last night. Icing on top of cake? I moved and realised much to my horror I didn't have bedsheets nor duvet to sleep on. And cherry on top of icing? I found the duvet in one of the boxes this morning after a lovely, freezing night.
On a lighter note, none of my wine glasses were smashed in storage. Hurrah!
Okay, it's not just dust but sorting out these boxes which practically house half my life makes me sneeze. I have no idea how things accumulated and escalated to such levels in mere two years. I reap what I sow.
Moving the boxes were way worse. I strained my right shoulder lifting them out of the ruddy corner from storage last night. Icing on top of cake? I moved and realised much to my horror I didn't have bedsheets nor duvet to sleep on. And cherry on top of icing? I found the duvet in one of the boxes this morning after a lovely, freezing night.
On a lighter note, none of my wine glasses were smashed in storage. Hurrah!