fionaistravelling

I’ve been back in the UK for a week and a half, back in my house for nine days. And still feel very peculiar and different, somehow. The main thing is that I am having an aversion to ‘things’. Johnny and Charlie, my tenants, and I, shared a storage unit when I went away - I put all my ‘things’ in it and left them my furniture, and they stored their furniture in it. I now have a real resistance to unpacking the stuff: I’ve written a list of about five things that I’d really like - my dressing gown, some towels and sheets, my sewing kit ... but I can’t imagine what all the other stuff can possibly be and why I accumulated it. I certainly haven’t needed it over the last six months and to be honest can’t imagine why I would ever need it again.    I feel like this is a very important place to be in my life, so I’ve decided to keep the storage unit on till the end of the year which will give me a bit more time to decide what’s going to happen.  I already did the ‘Mari Condo’ thing with a