Packing

I’d say that I’m a relatively laid back person and that there’s not much that stresses me out, but the last week has been a bit of a strain and it’s all because of one dreaded task… packing.

I’m now set to move into the new house in four days and I’m nowhere near ready. I’m somehow managing to wear clothes faster than I can wash them and the logical bit of my brain appears to have taken a break. The other day I bought 60 clothes hangers online before visiting my new house and finally realising just how limited my hanging space was. The phrase ‘it seemed like a good idea at the time’ has been thrown around way too often over the past week.

I don’t know what it is about packing that sends my brain into a frenzy. Perhaps it’s my subconscious trying to tell me that it doesn’t like change. Either way packing isn’t something that I enjoy and seems to take up an irritating amount of time.

Choosing which clothes to bring with is the hardest. Splitting things into ‘Yes’ and ‘No’ piles isn’t enough. By the end of the day I was splitting things between ‘Yes’, ‘No’, ‘Maybe’, ‘Only if it fits in the case’, ‘Might come back for it’, and ‘Depends how many shoes everyone else is bringing’ piles. As I unfortunately don’t have infinite space in my room everything ended up merging into one pile and the horrible process had to begin again.

Attempting to rationalise is the worst. E.g. ‘Okay, so I know that I have never ever worn that old Victorian bonnet in my 21 years of existence, but who is to say that once I’ve moved something incredibly important won’t come up that requires me to wear an old Victorian bonnet and I’ll be filled with regret and self-loathing.’ Hypothetical scenarios like this usually end in me packing the hypothetical Victorian bonnet. I’d like to take this time to point out that I will only be living a 45 minute drive from home and can come back for stuff whenever necessary.

I realise that this blog hasn’t been particularly helpful or informative, but I hope that it’s soothing to other people who get this stressed when packing that you’re not alone! Now I’m off to cram a large box of Pokemon cards that I haven’t touched in years into my bag… just in case.

Packing

So this weekend I moved into my new house in Ormskirk which is super exciting, but if you’re reading this it means that we haven’t managed to set up our internet connection yet. I’m writing this before I’ve even left Kent but I’m sure my house is lovely and I’ll fill you all in properly next week.

On a related note, let’s talk about packing. I really don’t enjoy packing, and I always struggle to know what to bring and what to leave behind, normally throwing things in ‘just in case’. I am definitely trying to break this habit because it’s such a waste of space. You definitely not need to bring every little thing with you. My rule when it comes to clothing is I’m only allowed to bring it if I know I will wear it regularly (and then a couple of things for special occasions, of course).

The part I find most difficult is choosing which of my books to pack. I have a pretty extensive reading list, so that takes up a lot of room already, but then I still have books from my personal collection to choose from. I suppose some of you might have similar issues with games, or just other general belongings. When it comes to this I’d say that if you’re going to use it, then great, bring it with you, but if you’re bringing it just for the sake of it or ‘just in case’ (there’s that dreaded phrase again) leave it behind, it’ll only clutter up your room.

Kitchen-wise, I’d say just bring the basics – a few plates, bowls, cups ¬†and utensils for cooking. If you discover that there’s anything else you really need, you can always buy it whilst you’re at university, no problem.

As much as I’ve been going on about cutting down what you pack, if bringing extra personal items will help you feel at home (if that’s something you think you might find hard) then by all means do so. I think it’s important to make your new room feel like your own space, whether that’s by surrounding yourself with pictures, or posters (although beware blu tac stains!) or anything else you can think of.