I'm in the middle of the moving process, which is the single greatest torture that can be inflicted on any hoarder. The mature, reasonable approach to moving house would be to calmly and carefully go through my possessions and discern what I actually need to keep, and what's superfluous. Then, throw out anything that I don't actually need or want anymore. Then, arrange my leftover possessions neatly, in an organised manner.
Fuck that, though. I'm shoving shit in boxes and hiding them around my little flat for Future Cheryl to deal with. I'm trying to be good about blogging and pushing myself to post with something sort of resembling regularity - yes, that's right; I made a New Year's Resolution to blog more - so here's some photos of my new little flat for you to enjoy, or whatever.
The one awesome thing about the dreaded moving process is discovering all the cool shit I own that's been overshadowed by my floor-drobe for the past year or so. Naturally there were moments during the year where I noticed a particular painting or cushion and thought "God, I'm so cool, look at all this shit I own - that's a fucking cool pillow, and it's fucking mine". But thought processes like that were routinely interrupted by "Wait, where the fuck is my (insert highly useful object destined to be buried under piles of clothing I bought but don't actually wear)?!"
xo, CK
- Toxic (Britney Spears cover), 16 Bit
- Kaleidescope, Tiesto ft. Jonsi
- Keen on Boys, The Radio Dept.
- Midnight City, M83
- Tongue Tied, Grouplove
- Jungle, Emma Louise
- Let Me Go, Oh Mercy
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