Ever have that feeling like there’s just too much stuff around you? And that it all needs to go right now?
I’ve been having that feeling for a little while and today at 6am I decided fuck it all it’s going.
I started in the kitchen. Everything and anything that I haven’t used in the past 6 months either got thrown in a black bag, put on freecycle or is on the pile that’s going to Meg’s junk swop on Sunday.
I don’t know where all this crap comes from?! Guess in the 6 years I’ve been here and the numerous housemates I’ve had things have just collected. But I’ve had enough. It’s all going. From tables that take up space to printers that have lost the cables and MCT oil I don’t know what to do with. Creams that are bleached from standing on the windowsill and clothes and shoes taking up space, foot spa things, computer stands and whatever the hell else I find.
I want to start fresh. If I had to pack my life into a bag and move to an island I could so why the hell keep all this stuff?
The only thing that isn’t being touched is my books. Otherwise everything is finding a new home in either the bin or with someone else.
I’m a sweaty mess right now and I am fucking knackered. Still have Fysh’s room and the back shed to go through but I think I’m going to have a nice long shower, shave and make myself all pretty cause my person is taking me out to dinner tonight while the Fysh is at granny. And then tomorrow I’ll tackle the rest of it.
Here’s to decluttering!!!