A chickie guide to packing up your life.
Moving house? Moving lives?
About to start a shiny new chapter?
You will find many an article on ‘packing tips’ out there in google-land lovely chickies, but if its real life action you’re looking for, you’ve landed in the right place.
Because today (absolutely free of charge) I present to you in all of it’s shining glory, my very own up close and personal guide to packing up your life.
Yep, a few useful nuggets to bear in mind the next time that you have a big old packing up job to conquer.
So as I’ve been banging on about a lot of late, this little chickie has been packing up my life like a champion.
Hardly complaining about it at all (cough)
Now before I started, the picture I had in my head looked something a little like this…
(Please insert a mental picture of hot, shirtless removalist dude. Because clearly this guy didn’t turn up for me to photograph and I don’t want to get sued for stealing an image of him off the internet!)
But (sigh) I have found out the hard way that, well at my place the look wasn’t quite so pretty.
Here are a few harsh realities that you might want to bear in mind for when your ride on the packing train comes around.
THIS JOB WILL NOT MAGICALLY DO ITSELF
Yes it came as a HUGE surprise to me too!
The following things do NOT work (I know because I tried them all)
Praying (yep I’m pretty sure I heard god laugh)
Closing your eyes and opening them again (I tried that twice)
The I Dream of Genie blink
The Bewitched nose wiggle
So you’d better suck it up princess and get yourself together the items on the list below
ESSENTIAL CHICKIE INGREDIENTS FOR PACKING UP YOUR SHIT
This experience has led me to fine tune my non-negotiable packing requirements
So at the very top of the non-negotiable list are the following items:
A shit load of big plastic tubs (the ones with wheels!)
A big fucking huge roll of poppy paper
A bottle of wine
A sense of humour
A tip pass
A fully charged i-pod with ‘Eye of the Tiger’ on repeat.
I CAME FACE TO FACE WITH MY HOARDING TENDENCIES
Did I REALLY need to keep a paper copy of every frigging bill I have received for the last 5 years and pap smear reports for a uterus that left the building 2 years ago? Hmmmm
Am I ever going to use all of those make-up samples from the ‘Clinique bonus gift’ bags that I’ve squirrelled away? (does that stuff expire?)
WTF did I buy a George Foreman lettuce washer for? Heard of a tap Einstein???
FOUND OUT HOW TRICKY IT IS TO SHOVE BAGS INTO THE SALVOS BIN
Please god there is not a security camera pointed at that thing, I’ll be a laughing stock at security guard central… brilliant!
Keep an eye out for my mind-blowing performance most likely coming soon to a you-tube near you!
EVERYONE IN YOUR HOUSE WILL GET THEIR PERIOD
(Well all of the girls will)
So you can all be cheerful together.
This will totally enhance the experience… NOT!
YOU NEED TO MAKE BEST FRIENDS WITH SOMEONE WHO OWNS A TRAILER (HEY DAD, HAVE I TOLD YOU LATELY HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU?)
If you don’t think you’ll need to do a tip run, you’re dreaming!
PREPARE TO SWIM AROUND IN A GREAT BIG SEA OF EMOTION
You are not an island. Making such a big change never just affects you. It affects all of the people around you. Lots of other lives and hearts get affected and need to be taken into consideration.
Fear of change affects everyone differently.
So far in our house we’ve got a grumpy, a teary and a snappy… adds up to a great big sea of emotion to try and stay afloat in.
This is easily fixed with
Talking about it (der)
Hugs and empathy
Laughing at old photos
Fighting over who gets the blender
Going through each other’s salvo bags and stealing stuff that fits
Going out for lots of last breakfasts. (note: we didn’t drink the wine before breakfast… most days anyway ;) )
PLASTIC BOX THERAPY
My whole life has been stored and stacked into a tower of plastic boxes.
I was a superstar at Tetris, but somehow that did not translate to the shed. DOH!
Which brings me to my very last point…
YOU REALISE AT THE END THAT YOU PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE WRITTEN ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE BOXES WHAT WAS IN THEM – SHIT!
Good news is I survived lovely chickies, and at the risk of sounding like a self-congratulator (FIGJAM!) I’m pretty bloody impressed with our efforts.
I hope that by baring my packing soul, you have all managed to learn a lesson or 2, which might save you some time or angst.
Is there anything that I’ve forgotten to mention?
Does anyone else have some packing wisdom to share with us all?
Bring on the good advice… xxx