Friday, September 20, 2013

Balancing Mr. George and my urge to purge

One of the biggest tasks in living in a rented place is the trouble of moving out. After three years of highs like having our daughter and lows like having our estate agent doing the vanishing act with our deposit, now its packing time. Our landlord sold this place to take advantage of booming property prices in Dubai and we have to move out of the place and make way for the new landlords who’ll call this their home shortly.

Now there is a huge task waiting for me at the end of this week. The last time I was subjected to this ordeal was three years ago (obviously) and I remember everything like yesterday. We had about 46 boxes, furniture and an assortment of bags and suitcases of different sizes. And back then we were moving out from a one bed room place and the size of the family was 2 – and this time around, each of these parameters as my hubby would like to put it has grown by 100 percent (that would be a 2 bed room house) and 50 percent (our little devil, Smera) respectively.

The packing bit is still easy (as we’ll have some help from the packers!) but it’s the unpacking (which I have to do on my own) that scares me the most. I hate it the very idea of putting things in the cupboards, making sure everything is set out right. I have to confess I have a bit of OCD, for me everything has to be in order or else I won’t let live anyone live in peace.

If hoarding is an obsessive trait, then mine is the exact opposite - that is purging. I am most certain, even this time around I will have much more to discard than to pack.  Initially I thought of asking the hubby to a day off to help me, identify things to keep and things to chuck. But then I realised we might end up at some counselling session to patch things up as he loves to hold on to certain stuff which is unlikely to be used ever again.



Having said that, my purging habit has occasionally caused me heartaches, I once donated my precious little black sweater by mistake and on many mornings have deposited hubby’s Financial Times into the waste bin even before he even got a chance to open the fold.


Please keep me in your prayers as I take on the battle to ensure that we do not go over-board, hoarding at the same time keeping my ‘urge to purge’ instincts at check.
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24 comments:

  1. Except the phrase "our little devil" I liked the post.....she is our angel...mmuuaahhh

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    1. That's because you are favorite Ammai .... hugs to you !!

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  2. Having lived in a place which kept kicking me from house to house at the whim and fancy of the landlord or the so-called 'headman', I know what an ordeal shifting can be. Now, the staff quarters which are relatively permanent (!) makes the contrast stark.

    All the best to you.

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    1. Thanks Tomichan i really need every bit of your good wishes :D

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  3. This always happens to me instead of my wife. The moment I become a donor the donated takes a sweet revenge compelling me to repent on and on. But how much you can hope/ and why things if not donated or sold to roddiwala become so precious just few daysa after that. We are in the same boat.

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    1. Ha ha but the raddiwala idea is good atleast you get some money out of it. But here in Dubai there are none like that .. maybe that could be a brilliant business proposition !!

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  4. all the bast to you Sangeeta! I can understand your nerves having done that for the last 14 years for 12 changes :)

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    1. Hallelujah.. that is a mammoth task to undertake !!

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    2. Thanks to hubby being in the army and not because I like being a gypsy!

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  5. Oh Sangeetha, I can so relate yo your fears. We moved into this place just a year back after having spent 6 years at the previous one. I must admit that the unpacking is still not complete. The cartons with hubby's books is still packed and I delay it every week. Power to you...

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    1. If it's hubby's then it can wait I am sure ... Surely he is in rush to open it himself .. he ha .. (devilish laugh)

      I am hoping that your and my spouse are not reading this :D

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  6. i am lucky in this aspect being a bachelor lol. But surely some day I have to face it. But i like packing and unpacking so i suppose should not be a problem for me, lol

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    1. Yes even I used to love packing and unpacking in my bachelorette days but things change when one become two ... One bedroom becomes two bedroom, that is when the headache begins ... Enjoy while you can!

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  7. Ya, I understand the pain of unpacking the things...even I undergo this everytime we change the house ...

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    1. Ranjana and with the little one it was bit tough .. but we've settled in the well !!

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  8. Haha, i loved reading every bit of it. Really liked the tinge of humor!

    Best of luck with the move!

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    1. Thanks Pallavi your comment has made not only my day but the week too ... We've have finally settled in well

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  9. hahaa....Well Written sangeetha.
    Interesting post.
    Keep up the good work & all the very best. :)

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  10. Thank God i do not have to pack n move but i just can't throw anything away.If i have to discard something i promptly find an alternative use for it.Tears......

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    1. Oh no Indu !! you are like my hubby and mum then they love to keep everything :D But that's ok if you don't have to shift .. When that day comes in life when I wouldn't have shift maybe then I will become like you too :D

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  11. I know what you mean.....my sister has a lot of packing struggles and her name is Sangeetha too.....must be a name thingie:))

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