It’s raining. It’s pouring. I’m filling out a form for Customs Canada.
It was a bleak start to the day.
Once again I’m faced with my stuff. The stuff that is too important to donate or throw away but not important enough to have with you every day. The stuff that is valuable enough to warrant the cost of storage for 12 months. The stuff that is so important it has to be shipped across the Atlantic at great expense. The stuff that is so incredibly critical it evokes a willingness to complete and submit official government customs documentation.
Wooden Boxes by Eishier
Problem is, I don’t even remember what that stuff is. I need to provide a piece count and estimated value of this very important stuff by the end of today. I think there are between 25 – 30 boxes of stuff. Within 30 – 40 days I’ll be reunited with my all-important stuff. Stuff we have no room for.
Oh, look. The rain just stopped and a few rays of sunshine started to poke through the stuffy clouds. Things are starting to look up.
Since I have no idea what’s coming, waiting for this stuff is going to be like waiting for Christmas presents from my past self.
I’m intrigued, I’m excited, I’m scared.
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PS: Obrigadinha to Stinkypaw, daisyfae, KPX, Travelling Sue and DaddyP for their comments on Only in Canada You Say?
makes me wonder, “could i pare down my posessions to 30 boxes”? maybe, but not without a blowtorch…
I realize now that, if we are brutally honest with ourselves, we could probably fit everything into 2 boxes. Not including shoes …
I bet most of it is rubbish …… you won’t be able to throw it away though ……..
Yes, but incredibly important rubbish …
Oh giddy aunt that brings back memories, my ‘stuff’ was in storage for a year and I thought I had got someone elses boxes back when I opeded them.
Ha! I’m sure I’ll be in for a few surprises when I open mine. Giddy aunt … ?
If you haven’t needed that stuff nor remember what it is, that should be a clue that maybe, deep down, you don’t really need it. That’s what I’ve been trying to convince myself for the stuff we have in storage!
Oh I’m painfully aware of that, Stinkypaw. What seemed so important then is suddenly not important now – ain’t life strange? Good thing I’m not using Canada Post to have it shipped over …
Oh goody more stuff. You can stack all of your boxes right on top of my boxes. In the box room… xxx
You’ll have to build some more rooms my lickle angelpie. Do it tomorrow afternoon. x
Okay mumsy.
Cool, meet you in the box room … xxx
yay stuff – i should pack myself up in one…
The best stuff
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