My life in a box

In the last 5 months I have gone from having the equiv of a 2 bedroom house amount of stuff to enough stuff to fit half a 10 x 5 metre room. It was so easy bunging my stuff in storage and not having to worry about it. Even easier because I didn't have my lazy Sunday afternoons of "Oh, what shall I do today, lets pull out all the CDs and not put them back". My room was spotless, rare for the messy person itching to get out of my but I was fairly happy like that.

This last week I have empty my storage unit. I have my bookshelf and my books back. Unpacking my boxes of books was like having a million Christmas's at once. Culua, Cloudstreet, The Riders, The Hobbit, Roald Dahl, Jodi Picoult, my travel guides and atlas's, my lighthouse book. Like having old friends back.

My room was a place to sleep, work, do TAFE stuff and that's about it.

Now the second I walk in the door it's like home. Minuscule home, but home. What makes me even happier is the fact that I do have a lot of stuff that I know I don't want anymore (which will make way for a couple of boxes still at mums!).

Now I just need to sort it out and look pretty. I have my lighthouse hanging now after more than 12months leaning on the wall at Brighton, I have photo's, ticket stubs, a table tennis ball (Dougie!), random quotes and newspaper clippings blu tacked to my wall, the chair in my room, my blades, goalie gear stuck behind the desk. The room really is an extension of me now and I love being there so much. Ok, so maybe a bit anti-social but I don't care.






The only thing I really need to do is to find the random box with the remainder of my DVDs. I've lost Shaun of the Dead and I know it is around somewhere. It's the perfect hangover movie (along with Waking Ned Devine, which is with Shaun somewhere) and Sundays really aren't the same at the moment. What's the bet that as soon as I cave and buy a new copy the DVD will show up? Most likely under a pile of Toby's quilting stuff.

The aim (and has been for about the last 2 years, like that wasn't saying something!) is to be able to fit my stuff in Beastie and just take off if I need to. The whole roots thing scares me a bit at the moment. Having said that, I now feel safe and comfortable at the hostel. Have really fallen on my feet with that one. Am happy to stay there for the moment and just see where the wind blows me. And won't that be a challenge for Little Miss Plan Everything!