Shifting

Shifting house is really no fun.

Verily as I gotten used to living in Chinatown, I am now back to Queenstown. My new house is just one street across, located at a very European-citiyish sounding name - Strathmore.

I also know that I carry a lot of stuff with me. But little did I know the literal meaning of it. I really carry a lot of stuff with me. Boxes and more boxes of stuff. Some of them I never even touch it for like for years. I know I am a mild hoarder. Of course, when compared to the hardcore hoarder, I am just at the kindergarden level.

I really need to shed all these stuff. Mainly they are books. And collectibles.

I forced myself to start purging all these stuff. Will I still need my university notes? Will I still need my projects? Will I still need to see that book again. How many times can I re-read harry potter?

Ahhh all that CDs. They are simply waiting to be extinct. Maybe then, I can fetch a good price for selling these?

One thing about giving up the stuff is to sever all emotional attachment to these stuff. I once made myself to give up a lot of stuff during a major clean-up of the ex-condo I was in. I named it "Project Purge". The aim is to purge stuff which I KNOW I will not touch it again. I remembered I threw out a lot of stuff. My JC F-Maths notes and scribbles, rubbish I have written for my GP practices and scores of pokemon cartoons CDs.

I can sense a "Project Purge II" coming up.