Desert Island Discs

Today has been the first big house clean-out day. It was tiring, exhausting, a little dispiriting. Despite our collective effort to not horde and regularly clean out the cupboards, there is still so much .. stuff. Every single object in the house required me to make a decision about its status, and in so doing, evoked emotions about what we were doing. I laid back on the couch and stared at the half-empty shelves, at all the work still left to do, and wanted to call the whole thing off. I love this house, I love being here, it's become our home, and leaving it to strangers makes absolutely no sense.

In describing this move I've realised that a good model is the "going to University" one. We have a home, we're not leaving it, we're just going to London the way people go to University, for an experience away from home, to try new things, and travelling hopefully with the minimum of belongings.

I keep a 'to read' shelf, and I had planned to take its entire contents to London, but after I had filled a few small boxes with books, and kept adding more to it as I went along, I was forced to rethink. Now I'm thinking more along the lines of "Desert Island Discs" - a very small number of items to sustain me on our desert island, perhaps no more than I can fit in a certain box.

Back to the boxes.

Packing | Moving | San Francisco | Desert Island Discs