I was right. Unpacking items that have been in storage is a lot like christmas, the opening of unidentified boxes and the revealing of unanticipated items, the surprise, the delight, the occasional horror. It's also been excruciating work, physically and emotionally. Living and working around piles of boxes, not knowing where anything is or where anything will go. Finding old loved things and throwing away things that used to hold value. Choosing what should be in boxes and drawers, and then what fits in boxes and draws. Lifting, carrying, and setting down or dropping boxes, only to lift, carry, set down and drop them again sometimes even minutes later. Putting things away only to find somewhere better for them even minutes later. And on top of that dealing with the built in washing machine that is filled with black gunk, and the weird new cupboards, and the worlds slowest drier, and trying to work out how the vents work.
It's almost done. It's starting to feel like home. Of course that also means we are at the hardest bit, trying to force the remaining things to fit, ramping up the culling, playing tetris in life size scale. But there are places now where there are no boxes, where things are roughly where they will stay, where it doesn't look like this was once the home of strangers (with brilliant taste in DVDs). My desk isn't one of those places, it is chaos, but still...
On to the next bit.
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