This is the rant and rave section and I’m in the mood to have a go!
I guess I’m not actually having a go at anyone or anything in particular. What’s got my goat is moving. I HATE moving, even if it’s to a nicer place. Despite never being that much of a materialist, I seem to have obtained a huge amount of worthless rubbish in my time: magazines, DVDs, books, little trinkets from travelling, etc, etc. They add up so quickly it’s ridiculous. I thought packing to move would be a one week job at the maximum but it looks like it’s going to take HOURS.
My mates insisted that I should label everything so I don’t lose track of it, so I went to www.data-label.co.uk to pick up some bits to help get everything organised. Even just sticking labels on all the boxes seemed to take hours. I could have labelled at least four of the boxes “Stuff that I don’t really need to take with me and should probably get rid of.” How does something like labelling take that long?
It’s amazing in a way just how much rubbish a man can build up in ten years. Obviously I don’t want to sound too bitter as the new place looks great and I’m really happy to be going, but it’d be absolutely great just to have a magic wand, wave it and for all of the moving to be done. I’m obviously excited, but I could really do without all this damn packing!
Here’s hoping I lighten up a bit when everything’s done!