Turtles Don’t Keep Junk in Their Closets
So six years of married life, all of those spent in Cambodia, and heaps and heaps of stuff, both junk and precious (mostly junk), managed to sprout out like mushrooms. And now that it’s time to go back to the Philippines, like turtles, we have to carry our entire home on our backs. So comes the impossible task of decluttering.
Yes, I’ve finally got off my lazy butt and for an entire month, we’ve spent hours and hours sorting and arguing about what to keep, what to throw away, what to store in our parents’ house (the junk, mostly), what to store in the warehouse (while the our new home is not yet ready), what to leave behind in Cambodia with Honey who will stay there for a month after I leave, and what to bring to our spanking-new condo, where my dreams of minimilastic living are rapidly disintegrating. We’ve got boxes and boxes of books, clothes, bags, shoes… I mean, we only go shopping once a year… where did all this stuff come from anyway?
Read more in Toe’s Kurokuroatbp.
