It really has been a case of one man's trash is another man's treasure. And in some cases treasure being seen as trash.
Some things that we have placed no value to at all and only listed in curiosity have sold for far more than we anticipated. Other things, like my beautiful little retro writing desk, are clearly not as beautiful to others as they are to me.
We've also chucked a lot of things and put others out in front of our house with a FREE sign.
All in all, it's been a pretty fun process so far. We've had extra cash coming in and a self-righteous feeling of downsizing what we own.
But now with 5 and a half weeks to go, I'm sat in the middle of a house that is testing my recent calm, non-consumerist zen. There is canoe kit in the bedroom, photo frames on the floors, a desk in the hall, shoes on tables, and Nerf guns sharing the coffee table with bits of kitchen.
And where the hell did all these pens come from!? I haven't been able to find a pen in this house for the past 4 years and now they are all over the place. Seriously, there's probably 40 biros around the house right now.
But as Ben said this morning half asleep and listening to me cursing the semi-apocalyptic state of the house: sometimes you need to destroy before you can create.
There's a lot more destruction to go in the next 5 weeks but I do love my husband and his comments.
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