boxes

I am slowly packing my life into boxes. I can't work out if it's frightening how many boxes there are piling up in my bedroom, or how scary it is how few my entire life fits into! I've been pretty good this year throwing stuff out, but at heart, I am a hoarder. I hate getting rid of things because you never really know when it could come in handy. What if I suddenly need something the moment I've taken it to a charity shop? I know I could always replace whatever it is, but that's just not really the point. Using something I'd forgotten you had, or even better saved just in case it might one day come in handy, leaves me feeling as smug as if I just bought a bargain. However, despite my hoarding tendencies, I am realistic and the thought of carrying said boxes down two flights of stairs and then back up another three, is making me chuck a lot more than I normally would! But that's what you get for living in flats I suppose... Bring on our super strong man with a van and (hopefully) several of my boyfriends friends to help us out!