Nothing beats 2009 for shitty moves. Returning to Palmerston North after my massively ill advised rebound experience in Brisbane saw me sleeping on a fold out couch, in a room that held less than a dozen boxes filled with what remained of my life after breaking up with Annah. Over the past year I'd managed to get rid of a nice bed, chests of drawers, a desk, couches and various other Misc Nesting Things that a couple ends up owning, in what I like to claim was an instinctual desire to parse myself down to a kind of foundation level where I could figure out what the fuck I was doing with my life.
...I was probably just a dickhead and wanted to travel light.
So now it is 2011 and I've been in Wellington for almost a year and I'm moving into a lovely upstairs flat with Tamsyn and Vanessa. Over the next day or two I'll be going through my collection of paperwork and keepsakes and deciding what I can get rid of and what will be coming along. There are ancient, sentimental letters from high school that will finally be discarded, and an even older teddybear that won't. All in all doing a bit of a purge feels loads better this time around, as I'm preparing to share my life with someone amazing.
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