Ok, granted that the Mother doesn't watch them, but it helps me to cope with this if I have something to blame which is not myself.
We are going to renovate the house I have been staying in for the past 17 years of my life. And we're talking about major renovation. Like, if my house was a person, we're talking about an organ transplant, implants and cosmetic surgery.
That means:
- 17 years of junk accumulated has to be moved.
- Moving said junk OUT from a large, double storey terrace house.
- Moving said junk INTO to a much smaller house.
- Furniture being moved. Lots of furniture.
- Lots of accumulated junk to be packed and moved.
- Packing fragile knickknacks. Lots of them.
- Lots of packing, manuvering of furniture and moving from the current house to another house.
- Current house taking month(s) to renovate.
- Packing, manuvering of furniture and moving from the another house back to the current house once the renovation work is done.
That and the fact that I will be getting married next year, I predict oncoming months of hormonal meltdowns, backaches, headaches and all the stress that comes with moving out of a house and planning a wedding.
So I started this blog instead to:
- Help me cope with the oncoming stress.
- Save money on therapy/counselling by writing it out instead.
- Exaggerate the situation wildly and emphasize the drama of moving out.
- Challenge myself to look at the humorous side of what I deemed as a stressful time.
So if anything, remember this: Nothing in this blog is to be taken seriously.
Last night, I did a pilates workout in the living room, surrounded by sofas and boxes. This however, is true, serious and without exaggeration.
Mel out.
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