Uh!
I hate moving house.
As if it isn't bad enough that you have to reduce the museum of your existence to some boxes and suitcases, its all the mess, and stress, and things you find lurking amongst the rubbish.
I have found so many socks in the process of moving that I may in fact drop out of college and open a haberdashery. Is that what its called?
The place where they fix socks?
Why do we do this to ourselves?
usually I love have my belongings surrounding me, creating a little cove, a shrine to my tastes. Kookey ornaments and girly fabrics all around me. But, at moving time, every possession becomes a bore and a strain. Belongings seem irrelevant to me in anyway and I find myself wanting to become a Buddhist monk and own nothing but an orange toga and a small wooden bowl.
I suppose unpacking and decorating will prove fun.
Building new surroundings and finding all those little nick nacks that remind me of friends, holidays and parties.
I like sitting back and thinking how comforting the womb or wonky vases, wooden Buddha's and modern iconic arts prints actually is. Until then, I'll continue biting nails, losing sleep and occasionally wondering just maybe if Valium is a good idea.
I'm kidding of course.
We all KNOW it's a good idea.
I hate moving house.
As if it isn't bad enough that you have to reduce the museum of your existence to some boxes and suitcases, its all the mess, and stress, and things you find lurking amongst the rubbish.
I have found so many socks in the process of moving that I may in fact drop out of college and open a haberdashery. Is that what its called?
The place where they fix socks?
Why do we do this to ourselves?
usually I love have my belongings surrounding me, creating a little cove, a shrine to my tastes. Kookey ornaments and girly fabrics all around me. But, at moving time, every possession becomes a bore and a strain. Belongings seem irrelevant to me in anyway and I find myself wanting to become a Buddhist monk and own nothing but an orange toga and a small wooden bowl.
I suppose unpacking and decorating will prove fun.
Building new surroundings and finding all those little nick nacks that remind me of friends, holidays and parties.
I like sitting back and thinking how comforting the womb or wonky vases, wooden Buddha's and modern iconic arts prints actually is. Until then, I'll continue biting nails, losing sleep and occasionally wondering just maybe if Valium is a good idea.
I'm kidding of course.
We all KNOW it's a good idea.
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