Latterly I’m pretty busy with packing. Need to put almost fourty years of my adult life into boxes which literally means that I have to take every single thing in hand and give it a thought then decide - box or trash. It feels a bit like watching a movie, movie about your own life. Books, CDs, pictures, white blouses, jeans, evening dresses, shoes, gloves, hats, pots, porcelain and cuttlery. Will I ever need them again? Will I ever return to the place I’m leaving?