Packing up for a move, bit overwhelmed by not knowing where to start. So much stuff! So much stuff I bought with every intention of doing, and never did (abandoned/half-hearted hobbies all over the place)!
So much stuff representing delusions about how I imagined living my life and spending my time. It's not just the stupid waste of money, it's the endless and constantly astonishing proof of my own profligate, aimless impulses.
Internet shopping probably doesn't help, it's easy to get carried away with an idea that in bygone days would have started off with joining a local club to see if you really enjoyed the activity, before investing more into it.
I fantasise about a house like my grandparents had -- a simple home, with a place for everything and everything in its place, instead of all scattered evidence of a random approach to life.
Just wondered if anyone can relate. I'm finding it tough.