Friday 06 July 2001

I'm spinning around ...

... But I don't think it's what Kylie had in mind. The last couple of weeks have been pretty traumatic really; yeah, that sounds melodramatic even to me, but it's true. Packing up and moving out of my flat was rough, certainly much more stressful than I thought it would be, and I've

As well as the whole upheaval thing, packing, saying goodbye to an era of my life, I've been thinking about the Big Move, and having to make decisions about every single thing I own. That's adding to stress; even though I am trying my best to be unsentimental, and looking at my possessions as things, merely things, one can't deny that they are more than that. They are things I've put emotional interest and thought into purchasing, owning and enjoying. No matter how Zen I try to be, it is still a wrench having to make decisions as to what to keep and what to give away/sell. I would never have believed that moving and packing up one's life could be such an emotionally exhausting business; certainly none of my other moves had this element, so I guess it's the finality of the act. 

Not that I would swap what I'm doing for anything, okay? No doubts here, that's for sure. I know with 100% certainty that this is what I want to do, is the right thing to do, and it's incredibly exciting and wonderful. I just wish I could get on that plane with just an overnight bag, that's all ... 

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