I Like To Move It, Move It.

Apparently more than most ....

While the rest of the world is living their best life in Europe, I’m over here, freezing my t*ts off and drowning in a sea of bubble wrap as I prepare to move house for the 32^nd time in about as many years. (No, I’m not running from the law… or am I?)

When I ‘rightsized’ from my family home into a little city pad a few years back, it felt like the perfect fit (I wrote about it here). But three years on, it feels like it’s pinching at the seams, and so I am on the move again. I’m going to miss having the city on my doorstep, but I am also looking forward to the creative spaciousness of having a garden again… and as the saying goes;

“If we were meant to stay in one place, we would have roots instead of feet.”

I can’t lie… packing boxes actually appeals to my inner perfectionist … finding that perfect item to fill the teeny space in the top left corner of a box feels weirdly gratifying. And, while I’m not one to blow my own trumpet, if there were ever a box packing event at the Olympics, then I would totally be on the podium belting out the national anthem in front of millions of adoring (equally OCD) fans. I would also be a hot favourite in the ‘jumping to conclusions’ ‘overthinking’ and ‘rule following’ events … all stories for another day.

Actually, while on the topic of the Olympics, prepping a house move to coincide exactly with the two week window of the games is genius. I can comfortably justify watching the coverage for eight hours straight (as I pack of course) and in addition to packing perfection, I am upskilling in the subtleties of synchronised diving, BMX’ing and handball. I am also keenly awaiting the start of the break-dancing comp, as I think that perhaps I might be in with a chance for the 2028 team. I mean… How hard can it be?

As with each of the 31 moves that have gone before, my week one packing mantra is ROI - ‘rationalise, organise, itemise’- and I am determined, on this move, not to succumb to the typical week two mantra (when you realise you have two days left to pack half a house) of KPI – ‘keep, panic, ignore.’ I am paying the price for aforementioned ‘week two mantra’ from my last move, which has revealed itself in the form of multiple boxes of electrical cords of unknown origin (unless of course I ever need to connect a Nokia N95 to a fax machine, in which case, I’ve got it covered) and an assortment of gourmet gadgets such as a spiralizer, silicone mould and banana case. Don’t even.

I am also going to be reunited with a storage cage worth of stuff that I have paid a gazillionty dollars to store for three years … none of which I have missed or could even tell you what’s in it. So that should be fun.

So, to all those Euro gallavantees… keep posting pics and sending the positive ‘vibes.’ I’d be happy to reciprocate by sharing some super inspirational packing pics!

In the meantime, as a new chapter and Olympic packing glory beckons, I’m feeling excited about what’s next… because all you need is a new window to gain a new perspective (and I can’t wait to look through mine) .

Ang x