Lost in a sea of boxes

A few thoughts, written up on D-day, when I was internet-deprived:

Lunch break for the movers, and thus for me too.

They still have quite a bit to do, poor fellows. The amount of cardboard and paper and tape they need to protect it all leaves me feeling rather guilty, but guess that's what a professional move entails. Will be taking all the boxes that reach my parent's home to the recycling bin (don't suppose they come to collect them themselves to reuse – too expensive a service).

Meanwhile keep looking around and wondering how I was ever able to keep so much in this flat. Must have better spacial vision than I thought. Either that, or I'm just really good at that whole idea that was the excuse for one of Ikea's catalogues a few years ago: think of your home as a cube, not a square, and have really used height to its full advantage.

The storms they promised for yesterday and today haven't materialized – yet! A real blessing. Despite that I can feel my anxiety going up and down between my heart and my throat. Know its not actually justified but can't stop it. By 5:30 am I was awake and enjoying the last splendid sunrise from my bed. That's one moment of the day in this flat I'm going to miss. Its such a lovely way to wake up, looking out onto a sea of pink and golden clouds. Puts you in the mood to make the best of the day.

Have decided that living a more sustainable lifestyle has all to do with making the most of moments like that. If you look for and enjoy the “priceless” things, you eventually feel less inclined to spend so much time on systematically consuming. You become more critical with yourself. Its a natural change in pace. Now, more than ever, stopping to smell the roses makes sense.

So that's my homework for the summer. Fully enjoying all the priceless moments that are just around the corner!