I recall thinking I liked moving. I think I liked having things organised into boxes perhaps? But I decidedly do NOT like moving. Not this time! I’ve moved into my parents home, as in two months time they’ll head overseas for a school year, and I’ll house sit. It’ll be great to live in a house, with a garden and a pool and a delightful dog.
I’m dealing with the crunch of my household of stuff into an existing household of stuff!
Let’s look at the positives
- No whitegoods. The ‘light house’ came with a fridge and a washing machine, which aren’t usually included in rentals in Australia. I did move into that home with a washing machine which I subsequently sold to a guy I dated a handful of times
- One less sofa: I visited a friend recently who’d moved into a new home. His floor plan could easily do with another sofa – given there was one two seater and I was there for a six person dinner party. He and his flatmate agreed to a year long loan, and came and collected the bigger of the sofas the day before the move!
- Sold second hand items again: I sold some items, all of which I identified as not ‘love’ and ‘long term’ items. All were Ikea. They were
- stainless steel dining room table
- Kallax four box storage cubby I used in the laundry and bought just for the light house
- TV cabinet I bought for $25 and sold for $40 + $40 for delivery. Profiteering right there!
- Clothing rationalised: I went through my wardrobe and donated items I moved a year ago and hadn’t worn. Yep, two pairs of jeans that continued unworn. A jacket I kept ear marking to replace, and when I didn’t wear it all this year… out it went.
- Food pantry: I donated my handful of canned goods to the refugee collection my church runs
Things that I am yet to work out
- Clothing chaos: when I last lived at home, more than 6 years ago, I owned a wardrobe. I sold it when I moved to the loft which had built ins, and the subsequent two homes had built ins. Now I’m back and in a ‘not really’ bedroom, so no built ins. And the bedrooms with built ins have occupants and are FULL. I also need somewhere for smalls, and folded items. A puzzle still to resolve right there.
- My functionless furniture:
- A wooden trolley: which houses a small wine rack – no need in my bedroom!
- A coffee table: at least the wood tones match the fireplace tones
- Shoe rack: again, there just seems no logical place to put this!
- Buffet: was my entry ‘landing strip’ where I also store things like hardware, handbags, sewing kit – you know, things people need!
- Six upholstered chairs: from my dining table which is gone. update: the friend who took a couch also took these chairs. He’s worth his weight in gold!
- My parents existing furniture in my room (whilst my parents are still home)
- Glass fronted book case
- Antique dining table… and there’s a dozen chairs I think, scattered now throughout the house. Of course, we also have a kitchen table with modern chairs
- Art: I have so much art. And it’s genetic – so do my parents!! Thankfully most of the house has picture rails, so it’s not a hue struggle to put it up. Of course, I like to ensure art sort of matches in theme or framing. At least a large home has a stack of walls
Even two weeks later, there’s still more work to be done!