Even though I marked boxes reasonably well as I was packing (except, what the hell does miscellaneous mean?), there was no focus to my unpacking yesterday. Some bedroom linens here, bath there, a few clothes, personal and office files.
There is no way to store anything in the kitchen until the boxes are out of the room. You'd think I would empty those first. But no, I wandered about opening cartons at random and pulled out only the few kitchen things I need to minimally function.
It's important to make good choices about where to store things because they will probably stay in that drawer or cupboard or closet forever. If the location ends up being inconvenient, it will always be annoying. And if you're like me and later decide that the candle holders, for example, should be in a different place, you'll forget where you moved them to. More annoyance.
So some moderately serious thought needs to go into unpacking.
The part I dislike most is breaking down boxes, taping a few together and hauling them – a bit of a hike when you're dragging a lot of cardboard – to the recycling bins. So I let it go until it was impossible to move around the apartment without squeezing around them.
I bought a box of 16 large trash bags to dispose of packing paper and finished those off before mid-afternoon. But all that paper is worth it; so far, nothing is broken.
Random as the day was, a lot of boxes got emptied. But speaking of annoying, I still can't find a single waste basket or any of the three little stools I have to help me reach top shelves. Maybe that's what I think “miscellaneous” is. I'll try those boxes first today.
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Vagabonde: Recollection of a Special Kiss