“It’s just one box…”
“I can’t fit these in the suitcase, can we leave them here? We’ll get them next trip…”
Remember all that stuff that you’ve stored in dribs and drabs at various houses over the years? Well, guess what? Eventually it wends its way back to you when you finally get a fixed abode.
We had a double whammy this week. First, the in-laws arrived from Adelaide with a carload. Stuff I’d completely forgotten about – or never seen before – started filling the front room at a frightening speed. Boxes of papers, great-grandma’s crockery… and I’d never known that hubby had been such a prolific artist – in primary school. Where was that going to go!? The only thing that stopped me from bursting into hysterical laughter – or tears – was the four cases of wine that beckoned me from the coffee table. That would definitely come in handy.
Next day, my parents arrived with their delivery. Childhood trinkets, a surprising amount of photo albums, more Tupperware and a slightly worn-around-the-edges wedding dress were added to the pile. My brother arrived shortly after with his own contribution to the collection.
“There’ll be more next trip,” they all reassured me.
Before our first move, hubby’s secondment had been on-again/off-again for the best part of a year. And when they finally decided we were going, he disappeared very shortly after to start the new job. That left me – working full-time, studying part-time and heavily pregnant – about six weeks to pack up a house, prepare it for tenants, finish final exams and keep working full-time.
As a consequence, I didn’t put much thought into culling our clutter. In fact, there was so much going on that I decided to deal with the junk when we came home in 18 months. Back then, I was a little naïve as to the real length of secondments and how, when you’re reunited with your possessions after a few years in storage, you realise how unimportant some ‘stuff’ can be. And how surprisingly sentimental you can get.
So, toss or keep? Surrounded by our unexpected deliveries, I catch a glimpse of steely determination on hubby’s face, and realise that this time it probably won’t be my problem to deal with. And sure enough, the stuff had disappeared by the next morning. Some things were squirrelled away on the tops of cupboards, other stuff…I’m really not sure where it ended up.
One thing’s for sure though – he kept the wine.