My Name Is Jason Arnopp, And I Am A Magpie
A year and a half ago, when I moved into this flat, I realised that I had too much stuff. The removal guys (namely The Good Guys, who I fully recommend, removal fans) thankfully had a storage facility, so I put a whole load of stuff into that instead. Then, as 18 months passed... I kinda forgot what was in there. Apart from about a third of my DVD collection, which I'd stored away by mistake.
These days, as I focus more on screenwriting and less on paid work - for the time being, at least - that monthly storage cost has become harder to justify. So today, I had all the storage stuff delivered.
The worst case scenario was that I'd wildly underestimated how much stuff there was. Thankfully, that scenario didn't happen. But Christ, there's a lot of stuff. Fifteen boxes of various shapes and sizes, but mostly big. Shelving units. My old PC and monitor. Literally 1000 interview tapes with various people from the rock, film and general entertainment world (definitely time to buy one of these USB tape-players, which let you transfer cassettes to MP3). A life-size cut-out of Jason Voorhees, holding a machete aloft. A statue of Michael Myers, broken off at the feet (it was that way when it went into storage).
Part of me's delighted to get all my stuff back - especially as there are hordes of TV preview discs in there which are much more useful to me now than they were 18 months ago. Yet, another part of me wonders how much of this stuff I really need, when I could barely even remember what it was.
But hey, there's a Vectrex games console in one of the boxes. That little baby's definitely staying.