Sporty and I have been mostly offline since we moved, mainly because cell phone data is expensive, but also because not having easy access to wifi seemed like an excellent excuse to take a digital sabbatical.
Anyway, they came to install a router in our new apartment last night, so I guess my arsing about has to come to an end now.
What Does a Minimalist Move Entail?
When people hear we’re moving they immediately want to know what that means for a couple of minimalists who own hardly anything. I figured rather than tell you, I’d show you instead.
Let’s start with the procurement of boxes. Usually we totally underestimate how many we’ll need, so this time (true to my all or nothing nature) I overshot in the other direction and ended up having to dismantle some when we were done packing.
Next I proceed to take everything out of the cupboards and disperse it haphazardly onto every available surface. Sporty hates this method of packing, she claims it has no system to it. I then berate her stiff vee vill doo eet like ziss German approach, after which we both fall about with laughter and carry on in whatever way works best for us.
In other words I continue making a tip of the place while Sporty looks on in abject horror. What she forgets though, is that true magnificence is always messy at first. Okay maybe not always, but don’t tell her that else she’ll expect a better packing system the next time we move and let’s face facts, that’s never going to happen.
You see, pure magnificence! I can’t remember for sure, but I think in the end we had three boxes, our large black suitcase (I mention that it’s black because you know, you might not have noticed), green duffel bag (you might also be colour blind), spare black gym bag (I know right, the minimalists have a spare something, egads!) and finally, our trusty little beige (I’m on a roll here) composting bin.
Same as above, but with the addition of our laptop bags. Sporty’s is the smart, sexy red one and mine is the sleek one on the right. Guess what colour it is and you win a Datsun. 😉
Sporty with our pile of stuff. For no other reason than I was feeling snap happy (I get like that when I’m excited and I cannot begin to describe how beside myself with excitement I was at the thought of moving out of that apartment). In case you’re wondering, that’s our recycling in the background.
Well, Sporty can’t be the only one to perch on our (almost) everything we own pile of stuff in a ladylike fashion. Besides, there were my new red shoes to show off as well. I’ll admit it’s a little worrying that I chose to hold the compost bucket, but you know, hippie is as hippie does.
I saved the best for last. This is a picture of the almond milk latté I bought after dropping our stuff off at our new place. Oh ja, that’s the view we enjoy when we walk out of our apartment building. Pretty sweet right? Almost hard to believe this is our downsized lifestyle.