Funny how dreams tell you lots about what’s bothering you in real life, isn’t it? While we’ve been moving, we’d had our stuff in our old house, other people’s houses, storage, and our rented room. I’d been getting increasingly unsettled by this – I had no idea what I owned any more because I’d not seen some of it for 18 months, and I knew that a fair bit of it could vanish and I wouldn’t notice.
One of the nice things about living out of suitcases is I’ve learnt that an awful lot of what I own is just stuff, and could be abandoned quite easily. OK, it’s harder to make that decision when it’s there in front of you, but if the storage unit burnt down, well, so be it.
When we found out that the sale of our house had fallen through I started sleeping really badly, and having lots of lucid dreams about all our stuff. Do you reckon the one where I was sorting out our storage and found an anchor has any hidden meaning?
One of the best things about being in our new place is that all our stuff is finally in the same place. Even having it in the same county was a start. OK, so we’ve not got rid of NorthHouse yet, nor are we likely to for a while yet, but the relief is indescribable. And even better, now everything is together again we can start to get rid of stuff. Stuff that we’ve paid to store, and paid to haul round the country, stuff that is just a load of old shite.
I’ve not got a LJ blog, but I’m going to steal one of their features:
Mood: POSITIVE