On Moving and Having So Much Crap

I have so much stuff. So much stuff just lying around. I don’t even remember buying some of this stuff, but here I am, looking at my stuff and trying to decide if I want to keep it. Or if I need it or something. I just don’t know.

I don’t want to say that I am a hoarder, but I am a bit of a hoarder. I have a lot of things that could easily go into the bin or to a charity shop. Things I don’t remember buying. Things that get given to me to tidy away. I found a box with fake Lego on it, and inside was K’Nex, that other building toy thing. I’ve had it for probably a decade now and I always forget it’s even there, let alone remember that it doesn’t contain fake Lego*.

Another thing I have too much of are stuffed animals. Not just the ones I’ve won in claw machines, just tons of plushies and teddy bears in general. Some of these I do remember buying, but my collection only started to get big after I moved out from my parents’ house. Over the years, I’ve wasted plenty of money on buying stuffed animals to grow my collection. That being said, aside from the stuffed animals I’ve won, there’s no real theme to the collection. It’s just a random pile of floofy goodness. A pile of fluff that needs to be downsized, like everything else I own.

But it’s more than just the contents of my bedroom. We have a living room full of stuff. Mostly shelves with books on them. And various nerdy things that we’ve picked up over the years. As much as I don’t like Funko Pops, I seem to have a lot of them. Luckily and fortunately, most of the nerdy stuff belongs to my brother. But it all still needs moving. After all, he’s moving into a new place as well. We’ve had to cut back on a lot of things. We also have a kitchen to sort out. All the cutlery and plates need to be packed up, and delicately. The last thing I need is a box of broken glasses or plates.

And then there’s the worst stuff that needs moving. The heavy stuff. The stuff that requires a van. Things that are way too heavy for me to move on my own. I mean, I can’t lift much at the best of times, because I’m a short, fat, weak person. But it still needs to be moved, and we have to hire a van and some strong men to move these things. The fridge is the biggest concern for me, because I also need to deal with the food. Although the washing machine is also a problem, that needs to be plumbed in, and I’m not 100% sure how to do that.

But thankfully, when all this is done, I’ll have my own space to do whatever I want. It’s going to be so nice…

*The weirdest thing about that box of not-Lego and K’Nex is the name of the brand. It’s called Ritvik. Literally one letter away from my username, Retvik. I never noticed until recently.