I am a hoarder. I keep things because they remind me of people, or places ,or events. I also keep things because they might come in useful one day, or not (in that respect I am definitely my mothers daughter....).
But even I am beginning to become gobsmacked at the amount of junk I have managed to squeeze into my flat. I arrived in London with a backpack. I leave needing a moving truck. How is this possible? It is ridiculous. From now on I am going to be minimalist. I am also going to be a size 10.
In other news, my mother has returned from her holiday to the Gold Coast of Australia. She had a wonderful time seeing family, old friends and old haunts. She is feeling dissatisfied with Wellington and wishes she had moved back to Oz twenty years ago....it is warm in Queensland, it is cold in New Zealand.
She starts her short course of chemo next Tuesday, if she manages to finish the treatment , it may extend her life by six months or so........
And I am overwhelmed
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