Stuff
It's kinda weird.
For the first time in N (where N is a number over 10) years, I'm sharing a house with someone. And, for the first time in my life, that someone is a Significant Other. Jane and I finally got round to moving in together. We've been talking about it for a while, and it made most sense for her to move in with me, rather than vice versa. Over the weekend we've been making it happen.
Which basically meant...
Buying lots of boxes.
Filling boxes with stuff.
Realizing we'll need more boxes.
Buying more boxes and filling them with stuff.
Taking some boxes of stuff to my Granddad's for temporary storage. Drinking tea and talking about stuff. Driving back to Jane's. Filling my car with more stuff.
Taking lots of boxes full of stuff to mine and unpacking them. Driving back to Jane's with empty boxes.
Filling boxes with more stuff. Driving back to Granddad's, unloading more boxes, drinking more tea, talking about more stuff.
And more driving. And more taking stuff in and out of boxes. And more driving and stuff.
The thing is, the more time you spend in one place, the more you accumulate stuff. Jane and I have been living in our respective homes for quite a while. We both had a lot of stuff. Now a lot of that stuff is at my place and, well, basically it's stuffed.
Moving in together is a big step. You have to make tough decisions. Like who owns the better spatula, and stuff.
But it's almost done now, Jane's place is still full of stuff, but it's stuff we don't need day-to-day.
Jane's now living with me, I'm now living with Jane. And we've remarkably found space for most of the stuff. Admittedly the space we've found for some of the stuff is owned by the Council and termed "land fill".
But I think we picked the best spatula.
For the first time in N (where N is a number over 10) years, I'm sharing a house with someone. And, for the first time in my life, that someone is a Significant Other. Jane and I finally got round to moving in together. We've been talking about it for a while, and it made most sense for her to move in with me, rather than vice versa. Over the weekend we've been making it happen.
Which basically meant...
Buying lots of boxes.
Filling boxes with stuff.
Realizing we'll need more boxes.
Buying more boxes and filling them with stuff.
Taking some boxes of stuff to my Granddad's for temporary storage. Drinking tea and talking about stuff. Driving back to Jane's. Filling my car with more stuff.
Taking lots of boxes full of stuff to mine and unpacking them. Driving back to Jane's with empty boxes.
Filling boxes with more stuff. Driving back to Granddad's, unloading more boxes, drinking more tea, talking about more stuff.
And more driving. And more taking stuff in and out of boxes. And more driving and stuff.
The thing is, the more time you spend in one place, the more you accumulate stuff. Jane and I have been living in our respective homes for quite a while. We both had a lot of stuff. Now a lot of that stuff is at my place and, well, basically it's stuffed.
Moving in together is a big step. You have to make tough decisions. Like who owns the better spatula, and stuff.
But it's almost done now, Jane's place is still full of stuff, but it's stuff we don't need day-to-day.
Jane's now living with me, I'm now living with Jane. And we've remarkably found space for most of the stuff. Admittedly the space we've found for some of the stuff is owned by the Council and termed "land fill".
But I think we picked the best spatula.
We now have TWO World's Sharpest Knives. I plan on doing some philosophical experiments with them. Can one cut the other? Etc.
I apologise in advance if we rip a hole in reality.
congrats to you two!!
We now have TWO World's Sharpest Knives
Philip Pullman would be proud. :)
What?
Can't get my head around this one... no supermarkets or greengrocers where you live?
They give the damn things away, I should know- I'm trotting up n' down with armfuls of them for my move.
But, Nice One to you both for 'living over the brush'...
Wots a spatula? :-)
Carolyn Ann
Good Luck to you and Beth with your move.
Congrats to you both.
I regularly do the moving thing...once a year, usually six or seven hours from place to place...now even longer, since she's moved.
I totally feel your pain. If the moving part is actually pain.
When I move in with The Boy later, our main problem is going to be whose DVDs to keep. We've got duplicates of more than a few...
congratulations!
And b) I don't want to be pedantic (!), but N is not a number, you are thinking of n. N is the set of natural numbers (not including zero, don't listen to those zero-zealots, they are cultists I tell you!)
Finally 3; where is the fun in different cardboard boxes? Its much better to play hunt-the-makeup with thirty five identical, unlabelled boxes from Staples...
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