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Carolyn Keep

Packing woes.

It’s cool to be moving back in with your parents at the age of 34 right? It’s cool to have no clue where you will end up a year from now too, yeah?

The most common question I am getting, almost on an hourly basis right now is “how are you feeling about moving home?” My answer is “I’m not actually feeling anything, I’m just doing it, and I think the ‘emotional phase’ has passed!” Is that weird? Should I be feeling more, now that it’s only days away?

I don’t know what has happened to me in the last year or so, but I have become very good at just doing what I say I’ll do and from that point on, not really thinking too much about it. No ‘attachment issues’ here! Don’t get me wrong, there have been a few teary moments in the last week but that’s what nostalgia and loving people you are leaving does to any person with a beating heart, and I’m only human. There have also been excited butterflies about being home and seeing all the special people there as well as the opportunities that are opening up for me 'career wise', and a bit of fear about what the next year of my life will ‘look like’ but even then, the control freak in me must be on holiday or something because the unknown is sitting fine with me too and normally she would be playing double time in my head during ‘big life change moments’ like the one I currently find myself in!

Is something wrong with me emotionally? I mean, should I be feeling MORE about all this? The looks on my friends’ faces when I sound ‘beige’ in my response about it all would suggest so...Maybe I have felt it all already...?

I think, once a choice has been made, I live into it and that’s the beauty of it. From there you don’t have to think too much about it, you just get it DONE!

If I was to discuss the minor stress of the jaunt back to my homeland it would be fairly simple, and it has to do with my past shopping addiction. To get my wardrobe home was no mean feat. To put it simply - 12 big boxes and shitload of money to get them home (I’m talking a ticket deal to the UK here) Now, considering I will be only hanging my hat at my Dad’s place for 8 weeks (promise), it means those boxes will remain packed and in the garage until I’m sorted ‘elsewhere’ (the spare room could not accommodate for my overzealous wardrobe and there is no way I’m packing/unpacking the monstrosity it is, twice.) Therefore, I will be living out of my suitcases for 8 weeks. OMG – how bored will I be in that 8 weeks!? First world problem I am well aware...I still have about 35kg’s of clothes and shoes to entertain me in that 2 month window but seriously...It got me thinking about when I finally DO get to go overseas for fashionistafail, how the HELL am I going to pack light!? I think between now and then, I will have to have ‘packing practise challenges’ set into my weekly routine. Kind of like Pilates, but for packing. To strengthen my ‘packing muscles’...cause if I was to go overseas with what I’ve packed to move home, I’d be in serious trouble!

See? If that’s the extent of my moving stresses, I’m doing ok really...so OK in fact that I’m at a loss for words, which is very unusual...

Perhaps THAT is what I should be worried about, the fact that I’m feeling too fine and calm and have nothing much to say about it all in this particular moment...I hope it doesn’t come back to bite me in the ‘emotional arse’ when I’m flying off the continent of Australia...! I guess in 5 sleeps I’ll find out for real where my emotions are ‘at’ but until then I am enjoying the days, catching up with those I love, and creating special memories that can fly with me in my heart, wherever I find myself on the planet.

Caro x

Posted: Wednesday 26 November 2014


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