Lost in Transition

It’s over. The move from Hurstville to Burwood is complete, and with it, my illusions that I don’t have much in the way of possessions.

I think I had bought into the laptop advertisements: A man plays with his kids, and because he has a laptop with him, he’s still technically “at work”. The man who has everything he needs.

I’m pretty sure I’d convinced myself that everything was safely stored on my laptop, and that I could easily do without all those other things. Sofas. Furniture. Crockery. White Goods.

Not counting the eight boxes of my books, there were many other boxes of assorted different things just from the room that was so full of junk that – without realising it – I’d stopped going in there.

So what next? After we buy some more bookshelves, I’ll be going through those boxes, and trying to get rid of some of the clutter. Lots of new resolutions to do more housework (the old place wasn’t in a terribly good state, if the truth be told), and to be better organised.

I don’t think I’ll get to a stage where I can just sit in the park and use my laptop, and have everything I need (you have to be able to recharge the laptop battery, after all), but I’m hoping that the next move will be a little smaller.

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