Moving out of the house is easy. It is the portion whereby you have to do the packing and UNPACKING later that comes as a chore.
Thankfully being part of the male homo-saipen species, I only have a small sampling of clothings to be packed away. And most of them are still in near-vacuum ziplock bags. I had them packed away before I went away for my last six months contract.
Books... Had I not controlled myself these few years, I would be up to my neck on how to bring these books across.
Then again all these packing and unpacking seem relatively unimportant as compared to one aspect of this operation: LOGISTICS!
I might have to push some buttons and ask for some favours to bring my items across, which is thankfully, should be accomplished within 2 or 3 car trips.
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A grouchy me took possession in the earlier part of the night. Perhaps after departing from such cosy conditions up in Zhou Shan, whereby I had the luxury of housekeeping staff to clean up the room, I now return to see some of my t-shirts still not fully dry, leaving behing a feeling of humidity within the fibres of the fabric. *DRYER!!! where are THOU!?!*
Perhaps having a little 'cleanish' streak in me, made me upset over such apathy; now it's back to square one where it has to be redone over again. :(
So much for a two week absence.
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