We have a garage sale tomorrow to clear out some stuff that we can’t take back to the UK. For shoppers I guess this is good news, as we’re not really selling much junk (we’ve only been here for 7 years, so if some stuff is junk at least it’s relatively new junk).
For me, however, it’s bad news. One of my least favourite* things to do that doesn’t involve electrodes is packing for a move. Clearly, therefore, moving to the UK is a short-term negative for me. But take the worst part of moving (sorting stuff out), and then add in random interaction with strangers, and you get garage sales. Now I’d rather interact randomly with strangers than pack, but it’s a close-run thing, so you can understand why I’d rather spend the morning jabbing myself with a fork.
And we shouldn’t forget that I’m English, so presuming that someone will want your cast-offs is rather like exposing yourself in public. Did I say it’s rather like? Well that’s wrong; it’s actually exactly the same thing.
On the upside the alternative is to pay someone to take the junk away, so I guess I’ll just have to suck it up. But that’s not going to stop me whining about it.
*Trying to get back into proper spelling