No, that’s not a typo.
I have become a slightly mad-eyed eccentric, who, armed with a supermarket trolley, goes combing through dumpsters and cardboard recycling bins after suitable packing materials. I have 28 days to pack up this house, and I’ll be mostly doing it by myself. There’s no point being complacent and imagining it’ll somehow happen in the last 10 days. Years of experience and many moves tell me that this is an illusion and the grim truth is that the last few days will be a frenzy. I will end up shoving things into black plastic garbage sacks because there just isn’t a box the right size and shape…
I . will . not buy brand new cardboard boxes for moving. There are hundreds of thousands of boxes out there which need to be recycled, and while I accomplish my mission to Get This House Packed, I can be doing the planet a favour. It’s tempting, mind you. But I won’t.
The result is sometimes unexpected. I was in a well know Australian DIY superstore, where they have bins of empty cardboard boxes for the customers to use to take their bits of hardware and cans of paint home in. (They don’t give you plastic bags any more, which is great.) I asked nicely if I could have several boxes, and was told that it was OK to have as many as I liked on Tuesday through Thursday. On Friday through Monday, however, I will be restricted to one, due to the weekend rush… So I got stuck in.
I noticed a young woman eyeing me as I was head down and bum up in the box bin. I gave her my best Box Lady smile, trying for Mad but Harmless as opposed to Mad and Dangerous… As I pushed my loot out the door, she approached me and asked if I was collecting boxes to move house. Sure am, ma’am. She then offered me 10 large tea chest size boxes she was desperate to be rid of, having been given an ultimatum by her other half; they’d been sitting around her house for 3 months. She didn’t want them back, and would I please save her bacon by taking them away. Woo hoo! A little more serendipitous planet saving!
Packfest starts tomorrow after the Husband departs for work in the afternoon. The trick is going to be deciding what I can do without for the next month. The first victim will be the books in my sewing room. Then I can take down the shelves and track. It will make quiltmaking impossible for a while, but I can do other things. Like packing. And stacking, and sorting, and chucking out, and fishing things the Husband really, really wanted to keep back out of the bin.