The final push for moving house was last saturday. The last lorry has come and gone, leaving me with an Everest-sized heap of boxes and monstrous mess to sort out. The in-laws came that Saturday to help out but ended up kinda stressing me up instead. Anyways, in the end our fusebox went kaput and we all had to march over to my BIL's house for the night :( Padan muka I.
I've managed to clear out and clean up most of the mess by last nite. Mr Barge, drill the curtain rods in please!!! I really dont like the idea of draping the bedsheets over the windows for privacy....it just looks soooo.....bujang......
Well, all this unpacking has got me thinking....what a myrid collection of stuff I have managed to store over the years! What a mixture of emotions, sentiments and memories I have in all the stuff we brought along with us! Most of the stuff I wouldn't ever use again but I just cant find the heart to throw them out...like my old law books which are by now waaayyyy obsolete, old photos, old certificates (what can I do with my SRP cert??), worn out bright purple shoes (please dont ask!), moth-eaten books (I've even kept my Agatha Christie, Arthur C Clarke, Famous Five, Secret Seven, The Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew books), hubby's old lovenotes (please God, dont let my kids see them, they'll never look at me the same again) and even my kids' dried up tali pusat all kept in the same tupperware (I know, eeuuwwww, but my mom said this will keep them close in their hearts forever, so its worth taking the chance).
At the same time, there's also alot of stuff which obviously were not packed in by me (hubby, bibik, the guilty party please put your hand up!). There's an opened pack of diapers (my youngest stopped using diapers 4 yrs ago), bunches of keys to God knows what locks, the key to our old car, bent out of shape badminton rackets, loads and loads of empty plastic containers, those worn out bright purple shoes (again), 23 caps (yes, I actually counted them) and the ripped open laundry basket. Sheesh. I've started to slowly throw these out, behind Mr I-Dont-Believe-In-Throwing-Things-Away's back of course.
There's still quite a few boxes unopened. I wonder what I'll find....
