Monthly Archives: March 2016

Panic attacks

The plus side: I miscalculated when school holidays started and it turns out we have an extra week before the move. 

The down side: regularly being frozen and overwhelmed by panic really impedes the packing process…

That being said, we got our first load of stuff down to the new place last weekend. My husband and his dad hired a truck and we got to work. 

Annoyingly, about a third of the load was all the stuff we still had in a storage unit on behalf of my friend who became homeless last year. She’s in Melbourne now and still not really coping so I promised we would take it with us until she is settled (which, to be honest, may not happen for a looooong while). I personally feel like she would be better off letting go of it all, but that’s not my call to make. It’s no real hardship for us to play caretakers so that’s what is happening for now. Hopefully we’ll find a more satisfactory resolution for that in the not too distant future…

Awesomely, we threw together about 20 boxes of our own stuff, along with a few bulky bits of furniture and other random things we can do without for a month.

That beanbag is stuffed full of soft toys (BEST way to store them when they’re not being played with, btw); one box has all our DVDs and PlayStation games; one box has all my winter jackets and track pants (which was “great” timing just before the Autumn weather finally kicked in…); the oven box has a few of Miss 7’s doll houses in it; all my CDs are in those milk crates and one small box – although one milk crate is only covers for the discs in my DJ folders that I need to keep here, and; all my books, minus a handful staying here for now, are in four boxes. 

All my craft magazines and books, all my recipe books, and all the other books that mean something to me are here. At least as many as these have been donated, sold or recycled as part of the culling process.

I will be able to fit all these in one set of shelves at the new place.

Not gonna lie, it feels pretty awesome.

And I’m pretty confident I can reduce things further when we’re setting up – especially with my CDs and DVDs. I rushed the process with them so I could put them in the truck (I reckon some angsty teens down in Jervis Bay are really going to appreciate the stash they will find at the local Vinnies in a few months…).

Up next, following the KonMari order of sorting through stuff, is skincare and makeup so I will attack the bathroom (where basically all of that is stored). I will cull my toiletries and makeup, attack the bath toys, go through the towels (we have way too many!), and give the room a good scrub down.

That’s my job for the weekend. If I get through that, I’ll start on my accessories (next on the KonMari list – man that book is a lifesaver when you are overwhelmed and don’t know what to do next!!).

Doable, right?

*breathe in; breathe out*

So long as the kids can entertain themselves I’ve got the next phase sorted. What could go wrong?


Balls in the air

Can you juggle?

It’s a skill I’ve occasionally attempted to master but never with enough conviction to keep practising. I just don’t naturally have the hand-eye coordination, or the ability to fall into that zone where your brain steps back and lets your muscles just do their thing.

I could really do with that skill right now.

We have four weeks until the move happens. We’ve factored in another three week buffer after that to tie up loose ends and get the Sydney house all spick and span before we hand back the keys, but the removalists will be here in four weeks to take everything down to our new home.

In that time I have to:

Finish culling, sorting and packing all my stuff;

Physically catch up with everyone I want to say goodbye to in person;

Help my 7yo process leaving her current school and the friends that she’s suddenly making all over the place (always the way!);

Help both kids reduce all their stuff to take;

Buy a soft cat carrier (my fur-kid tries to bust out of cages so ends up injuring himself on bars and plastic) and arrange a checkup and get advice on how to help my old buddy cope with all the stress;

Work out how to responsibly dispose of all the stuff we’re not taking with us (so difficult in the middle of the city!); and

Clean and tidy and cook and do the school run like normal.

Panic stations are setting up at the perimeter. I hope I’ve got this!!

5 weeks to go…

5 weeks until we pull up stumps and head down the coast.

Here’s what my living room currently looks like: 

Inhale. Exhale.

My plan to systematically sweep through the house and approach this monumental task by breaking it down into logical steps hasn’t gone too well over the last two weeks. I just can’t do it. I can’t make a plan and stick to it.

This is something I’ve known about myself for some time now. Why did I expect things to be different?

Silly Meg! *smacks hand*

Hubby’s anxiety is going into overdrive and we’re both really overwhelmed. The girls are being their usual selves and cavorting like puppies all over any progress being made, upending boxes and spreading the resulting discoveries liberally throughout the house.

It’s kind of intense.

Still, small victories have been made. Hubby took a carload of donations to a charity depot last week: 

 and I’ve been chipping away at other discards a little at a time.

My new approach is to go back to pottering about with a few tasks on the go that I flit between as my attention wanders. It’s not as systematic, but I’m getting a lot more done. Alongside cleaning and sorting, I’m applying the KonMari method to my own stuff with the goal of packing what’s left as I go.

I already went through my clothes once six months ago, but I still managed to get rid of another bag and a few pairs of shoes. I’ve been re-embracing my gothic past and DJing at a monthly club again (which is SO MUCH FUN!!), so I’m really not sure what my particular clothing style is all about anymore. Thankfully, Marie’s method of asking each item “Does this spark joy?” does work like a charm: even if I rarely wear a particular item of clothing, I love looking through my wardrobe and being thrilled by what I see and feel. I’m calling that a win.

The next step is to tackle books. In order to do this correctly I had to fish out the last few boxes with books in them from my back room: 

 I had a little help. ❤️

Many treasures were discovered during this process, including more craft supplies: 

blasts from the past: 

and the first book I bought about tatting, which led to a lifelong obsession with yarn crafts: 

Check out all these gorgeous lace edgings! I adapted a lot of these into chokers and trimmings for accessories back in the day: 

Now I have to pool all the remaining books and magazines together and work out which ones bring joy into my life and which ones I’m just holding onto for the sake of it.

I’m so glad I’ve spent the last year or two actively working on my hoarding tendencies. I’m so glad that I’ve persisted with The Making of Mediocre Meg even when I felt like giving up and submitting to entropy. Now that it’s crunch time I’m in a really good headspace to make the most of this opportunity. While I’m still keeping the things most dear to who I am now, I find myself gleefully letting go of so much stuff – it’s more the logistics of discarding large quantities of crap that is the main thing getting in the way this time.

It’s a good place to be.