I’m going to look back at 2016 and see a bag of chaos, I swear. I’m going to do a round-up of all that happened this year, once we reach the end of it. One of the many significant things – although minor in comparison to some of the other things that went down – was a house move. Effort.
So here’s the thing: I’m a collector. I collect music and I collect books. It’s something I got into when I came into my own money, and it’s a hard habit to break. As it goes, it’s not one that I want to break. This year, the home move came with a lot of tough decisions. I went drastic and once I realised that some of it couldn’t make it to the new home, I decided that none of it would.
A bit of vinyl, maybe 100 music-related DVDs, a couple of hundred books and several hundred CDs all went into storage. The thing is that I actually used most of it. Don’t get me wrong – most of the vinyl isn’t needed, and I could downsize a lot of the CDs, but that’s beside the point. I read a lot of the books, and I need them on-had for reference. The CDs are essential for the car and for the general ambiance of the spare room.
For the books, I just need to get over it. I’ll get them back, but I can’t have them for now. It’s as simple as that. For the CDs, I can always replace them with more, because I’m always looking for new ones. Losing hundreds of them for a bit hurts, but I can always find different ones to take their place.
The most tragic part might be the loss of the storage units I had. All of the music and books will come back; it’s just sat away elsewhere for a bit, but the storage solutions went straight onto eBay. Them CDs were well looked-after, in their own designated, well-sized spaces, all of which was sourced especially at boot sales. My two bookcases were overflowing, and now they’re no more. Sad times.
So this is where I’m at. It’s a good job I got over collecting trainers before I left my teens.