The moving club

Moving into a new house is probably one of the most stressful things I have ever done in my life. Ever.We started off with 16 boxes, and though that would be enough to fit all our earthly belongings in (apart from furniture, obviously). When we had used them up, we got another 12. And then another 6. And then we had to start using black bags, backpacks, suitcases and everything else storage-related we could possibly find. After this process, my mentality is suffering as I'm coming to the realization that I might actually be a hoarder. A clean and tidy hoarder but nonetheless! And now I'm secretly thinking of becoming a Buddhist and throwing out everything. Apart from my clothes, shoes and accessories. And books. Which is pretty much what took up all the space in all 34 boxes anyway... Oh well.

In between moving, however, we have managed to do some pretty relaxing things. Like walking up a really high mountain, Ben Chonzie, and stress-baking cupcakes for the bake sale at Alan's work. I am, however, looking forward to being done with moving so much that when we're safe and sound in our new house, I'm never, under any circumstances,moving again. Unless I become rich enough to buy a castle and pay someone to do absolutely everything for me...


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23, Steinkjer

22-year-old Norwegian studying Politics at the University of Glasgow.

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