House Moving

When I go through the upheaval of moving house I tend to throw out a fair amount of stuff on leaving the old place. Then I throw out more when I reach the new place. Then, after about three months I begin to notice that a fair amount of the stuff I so carefully moved is reaching its retirement age.

The sofa I ignored so happily for years? It’s worn out.

The chairs I put up with? Ready to fall apart.

The clothes I took along “just in case”? Pretty much too disgraceful to use.

The various objects I said will do for now because I didn’t want to buy new ones? Time to chuck them away.

And so on.

The naked truth is that these things need to go or the new place will never be “the new place” — it’ll just be the same place as before, but slightly re-arranged.

If I am to change my life I must also review and change the objects in it. I must alter the comforting but shabby accoutrements I’ve come to rely on implicitly. Otherwise I’m not much better than a snail, carrying my house on my back.

It’s time to up my game.