Oh dear, the Treeny Bomb hit again. Poor, organized, pro-active Iain, was hit with a dose of the queen of chaos, and it all came crashing down on us just hours before leaving. Once again we “thought” we were organised. The last few weeks have been mental for us, between finishing up work/jobs, sorting out accounts, paperwork, medical stuff, the wedding, and saying our goodbyes, there wasn’t much time to actually be productive and get our excessively long “to-do list” completed. So just hours before our flight we were running around like mad men trying to get stuff crossed off the list. At least we weren’t as bad as Treeny has been in the past, we didn’t have to pack in the car on the way to the airport, phew.
Moving is never fun, especially when you have a killer hangover. Lesson learnt; drinks’ the night before moving house is never a good idea.
The Age of Baggage
We hereby declare a new rule in the book of parenting; “Every parent shall provide sufficient space for their child to store there belongings until the end of time...”
If this were the case the hardest decision of the year would never have needed even the mildest of consideration.
When we moved in together a year ago we had to start from scratch. In one day, the day we moved in, we bought everything. And in one day, we have now decided to SELL everything. A MASSIVE decision, that Treeny is still not so sure about.
As the parental's have not complied with the new rule in the book of parenting we have had to resort to paying for Storage while we are away. A big expense, and a big old hassle.
When making the big decision you need to weigh up the cost of storing everything, which requires more space, so more expense, versus storing less, spending less, but having to start from scratch again when returning home. We decided to go ahead with the big sell.