So I'm lying in bed twitching like a toddler on Christmas Eve. I've missed having cavies, the last time I even held one of my own was in February two years ago before I left for college. I still don't even know what colours Edmund and Fortinbras are. Just 15 and a half hours till I see them!
Apart from mounting excitement life continues as normal in a half packed house. We've ended up with soooo much stuff, there's at least eighty boxes as well as all the bulky hand made furniture my mother absolutely had to have. Most of the boxes are parts of her studio as well, apart from the animal cages my worldly possessions still fit in three boxes, I haven't really bought much since college. So I'm rather worried that it all won't fit in the truck. God knows what I'll do if we end up having to leave the cages behind, only the rabbits cage is collapsible the others are all huge and bulky and even the rabbit has his own huge and bulky out door cage. I'm not sure if I just fail at tetris or if I'm right and we have no hope of fitting this all on even the largest moving truck, thirty small boxes and fifty large are a huge amount of boxes. Then there's a huge American couch (shipped back when we moved from America), two arm chairs, two 2.5 x 1.5m wrought iron hand painted tables, two small versions of the aforementioned tables, an oversize kitchen dresser, various other small tables, a queen bed, a single bed, a bedroom dressing table with mirror, two sets of book shelves, four bedside tables, three large hand carved cupboards, a treadmill and about forty of those stackable plastic drawers. Then we have the eight foot bank I had built, the eight foot outdoor cage, a five foot outdoor cage, a four foot indoor cage and god knows what else.
So I'm panicking about that. I know if it doesn't all fit it's not the end of the world. If it doesn't fit we pay extra for the movers to store it and drive it up another day, or worst case send it to my Dad's house and then have the movers drive it up from there. But for some reason it's causing me acute worry. All the essential animal items are packed into the banks and I'll be carrying enough to keep everyone happy for at least a few days in the car with the travel cages. Even a week or two stuck in travel cages will harm none of the animals, and there is a massive Bunnings when I can easily get supplies for emergency cages. I'm purchasing food when I arrive so even that isn't an issue. There's a huge chemist just 6 minutes away from our new home so I can get supplies if anyone falls ill, and right next door is a vet. So I really really really need to take a deep breath and get over it.
Hmmm deep breathes aren't quite so nice when your bed is next to a rabbit cage that currently reeks of vinegar (I thought I'd give it a good scrubbing out before we moved).
Okay I am now going to calm down and stop stressing about things that are out of my control. I think I just have a problem with owning too much stuff. I feel like I'm being overwhelmed by piles of crappy useless materialistic items. I can usually ignore it, except when it's all been dragged out to be boxed.
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