Updates and the art of moving house

Apologies for the lack of news about what I’ve been getting up to, but to be honest I’ve been far too busy getting up to it! The last couple of weeks have been entirely taken up with working, making preparations for leaving, catching up with people before I do, sleeping, or indeed trying and failing to sleep (yay, insomnia).

Anyway, a quick update on progress…

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Plans for the immediate future

In my first post I promised to explain the “why” and the “how” of my crazy scheme.  I think I’ve now done a pretty good job of the “why” (do let me know if I haven’t!), but before I do the “how”, I should probably have a go at some of the “what”.

I’ve already told my landlord that I’m leaving, so I’ve gotta be out of this flat by the 12th of December, which is in 16 days. Looking around me right now at my remaining stuff, that’s a pretty scary deadline.

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Why, part 1

OK, I should probably try and explain my reasons for this crazy scheme. I’ll start with what I’m using as the title of the blog – what I like to call Fear Of Stuff.

In the nine years since I’ve been employed and living in rented accommodation, I’ve moved house six times, and each time I’ve had to physically touch and account for everything I own. Even though I’ve always striven to be minimalist in the amount of crap I have (my collection of possessions probably looks rather paltry by most people’s standards), confronting it all always makes me feel uneasy. How much of that stuff does a person really need? Continue reading

Crazy scheme

“Oh! Where are you moving to?”

This is a question I’ve been asked a lot over the last few weeks, whenever people find out that I’m leaving town. Often they’re just making small talk, but in this case it’s not an easy question to answer quickly. I’ve tried a variety of responses:

“Dunno yet…”

“Lots of places, hopefully…”

“The answer to that is more complicated than you might think…”

Or my favourite so far: “Everywhere!”

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