We moved in to our new apartment this past weekend. It consisted of moving over our 6 suitcases that we've been living out of for the last 2.5 months and any other things we've acquired since moving to Norway.
Most housing rentals come furnished in Stavanger which is convenient for us as we sold all of our furniture when we left Gabon. Our new place is basically set up so that we can unpack our suitcases and live. I spent the weekend organizing my clothes and rearranging to kitchen cupboards to my liking - humming & hawing over which cupboard is best suited for wine glasses.
Monday morning our air shipment showed up. As part of our relocation agreement, we get to ship our belongings to our new home and ours consisted of 1000 lbs of stuff. I was excited to see my things again - things that would help me make this place feel like home. I couldn't wait to get my pillows out and replace the pots & pans with my better quality set.
The 2 men arrived first thing in the morning and promptly delivered 24 large boxes into my living room. I began opening up those boxes like it was Christmas morning - unwrapping all of my 'treasures,' tossing paper and cardboard left right and centre, reminiscing as I found gifts people had given us as we prepared to depart Gabon for good.
When I looked around, it was like a bomb had gone off. Stacks of dishes intermingled with piles of packing paper and bubble wrap. There was stuff everywhere and there was no where to put it. You see, this apartment is full. I mean, we could live here without all of these things. Where was everything going to go?
I looked around our apartment, that was spotless only an hour earlier, and I panicked. I started to look at my possessions with disgust.
Why the hell am I carting around a vacuum that doesn't work with the voltage here?
3 vacuum bags stuffed with clothes?! I've survived the last 2 months with them, do I really need them?
2 tennis rackets that we never used once in Africa - why did we decide they needed to visit yet another continent just to take up space?
I wanted to phone those 2 men to come back - I could take my pillows, pots & pans and pictures and they could take that mess right out of our apartment.
So I escaped to the terrace and told Joe that he may come home to find our belongings floating in the harbour below and his wife & an empty bottle of wine lying on the terrace floor.
Do you ever feel like your life/home has been overrun with 'things?' Do you purge every once in awhile and if so, do you ever regret getting rid of it all?