I moved this weekend. Not far, just a few streets really. Something about moving makes me strangely sad though. In fact it’s not the moving, it’s the unpacking. I think it’s because while unpacking you come across so many reminders of things, and most of these seem to be tinged with pathos.
The main thing seems to be finding things that have been bought for you – DVDs, shirts, books etc – that you rarely use, or have never used. Shirts that I’ve worn once, or DVDs I got for Christmas remain untouched, and somehow this just makes me feel bad, as if I’m just accumulating things that I don’t really need, that other people have bought for me with their own hard-earned money.
Not only that but there are so many other items; tickets, photos etc, that you come across as you move and unpack that remind you of times gone by, even if they were happy, and it just makes me melancholic to think of them. Something to do with the passing of time perhaps?
I don’t know, maybe it’s just me.
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I never throw tickets away. And then just end up with piles of gig tickets that I don't really need. Seems silly to keep them, but I don't want to throw them away!
So no, not just you. Moving is a good excuse to get rid of the clutter though.
I keep all my ticket stubs too. I swear there must be something arty I can do with them but I've yet to be inspired. I remember when I moved to London from Portsmouth I piled everything up in the hallway in the weeks prior to my 'escape'. I remember thinking 'shit, my entire life is in this hallway' and feeling hugley sentimental about it. So, in short, no, I don't think you're strange at all!
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