Eventhough part of my job is to pack my things for work on an almost-daily basis, I absolutely loathe packing. Especially packing your entire life to move out and into a new place. There's the packing ... and then the unpacking. Oh. I wish I could pay people to pack/unpack stuff for me.
I was feeling so damn infuriated with everything yesterday - I tossed out 5 trash bags full of clothes and things I haven't used/worn in a year. Ì have no idea why I'm such a hoarder. I guess I'm just one of those people who attaches too much sentimental value to physical objects.
It's a shame to throw out pretty good clothes but there's just no space for me to haul all those to the new place and thennnn find somewhere I can donate them to. Hopefully someone will dumpster-dive and find those clothes and make them to good use. Floor rags pun jadilah.
I am supposed to be working today, but I just reported sick cos the move day is today! I guess I can't leave it all to Schmelly to do it all alone. There's just too many things. Plus, my sister in law is in town with her fiancé so also an opportunity to spend some time with them. Sometimes there's no choice but to fake a sick day cos there's no way the office would grant emergency leaves for this. And there's no one who wants to take your (sucky) flight for free. You just gotta do what you gotta do.
I'm still abit dazed about the amount of things that Schmelly and I have - only a year and a half together ... and we are on the brink of hoarding. I can't sleep thinking of the amount of hardwork that we have to get done tomorrow. Oh I wish I'd wake up and everything had miraculously moved.