Packing is (not) fun

Today was a stressful day. We had brought with us to my parent's house all of the belongings we wanted to pack and take with us. It was all roughly thrown into various suitcases and bags, just needing to be sorted and packed better to fit it all in, surely.

Then we actually started packing.

Turns out I didn't really want those extra clothes, and Mr didn't really want those extra shoes. We had already donated a dozen bags of clothes and shoes to charity, and put into storage anything that wasn't going to be needed with us for the move, so we thought we only had useful, necessary items to take. Space wasn't an issue - I am a master clothes roller so everything fit in quite nicely. The problem, of course, was that the weight of our items was much more than we had anticipated. Even though our airline allows us 30kg of luggage each, plus 7kg of checked luggage each, we still ended up culling even more of what we were taking with us. In saying this, we did manage to pack the XBone, a re-wired Aus powerboard with a UK plug, and most of my make up collection - like I said, we packed the essentials.

We are not taking with us our Australian Summer Clothes - we are arriving in the UK at the end of their summer (which is currently the exact same temperatures as our winter), and heading fast into winter. We have packed a couple of pairs of shorts each, and a couple of summery tops, but the rest is more suitable for the weather we will be facing (endless pairs of jeans, pants and jackets = endless weight in the suitcase unfortunately).

So our coming-with-us possessions are now contained within our suitcases, and I realise how much crap we really had. First world problems and all. If I weren't so materialistic, I'd try living like a minimalist while we're in the UK, but realistically I think packing to come home again in a year or two is going to be even more of a nightmare than packing to get there.