As it’s G day (for Greece) minus 10, I’ve had to begin the process of packing up our belongings, sorting and getting rid of stuff we can’t keep. I’ve started at the top of the house, in the lovely attic room where I’ve had my sewing machine. I’ve managed to fill two bags so far, with sewing essentials, the sewing machine is in its box, and I’ve emptied the drawers where I kept more vital equipment such as scissors, buttons, zips, bits of cardboard to make patchwork templates, and fabric remnants galore.
Under the desk I came across a very special bag of items that I could never throw away. They contain some old school reports, school photos, workbooks and drawings done by my children, when they were aged 5 and upwards. So some of these things are between 25-35 years old! How can I have children that old, there must be some mistake….
It’s that time again – time to pack up and move on. Two weeks today we will be leaving our rented property, never to return. We are going back to our boat in Greece, and our belongings need to go into store. I’ve been getting organised today, and packed my first box!
I’ve sorted things into a rubbish pile, a pile for the charity shop, a pile to go into storage, and things to take back to the boat. This process doesn’t faze me. I’ve calculated that in my life, I’ve moved house 45 times. I’m the queen of packing! I would like to hang on to some belongings, but I can’t. I certainly don’t have any furniture or household effects. I’ve got a few kitchen items and I think the oldest thing in my possession is a camphor wood jewellery box that we owned in Singapore in 1960. I regret not keeping the first bootees that my children wore as babies, and I wish I had kept all the birthday and Mother’s Day cards my children had given me.
Now my children are grown up and I’m a granny four times over, I’m still behaving in a gypsy-like fashion. Although this time, I’m a floating gypsy – my new husband and I bought a yacht in 2010, renovated it, and sailed it to Greece. So far we’ve visited 42 Greek islands. Am I ever going to settle down and live in a country cottage with a log fire and a cat on my lap? Who knows……