no kids allowed!

 either i post every single detail or i just totally withdraw. 

it is exhausting talking to people. 

i just seem to get drained and irritable at the end of the day. dont get me wrong. i like talking to people and meeting new people... but, for some reason it drains me at times just smiling and being agreeable. 

i have been house hunting for a month now. its so difficult finding a house that allows me to keep my lil one. would they say no to a human child? coz babies and toddlers are more destructive and noisy as far as i can tell. i have memories of drawing on the walls of a rented house when i was a child. i have seen other kids, my friends children do it even now. i have screamed and cried at the stairwell in the middle of the night that i cant climb and i need my dad to pick me up and take me up the two flights of stairs. i have seen children throw tantrums that awoke neighbours. 

so do they have restrictions saying no kids allowed in rentals in India?

later that month

 6 bags of trash later i realised i needed to do this whether or not i was tired of cleaning all the time. 

i packed up the kitchen duplicates to see what i actually needed 4 weeks later i realise i dont use any of the stuff i have packed so out that goes. 

i find clearing the wardrobe easier than other types of clutter so i go back in again and go a 3rd round at my clothes thinking i have done this already how will i find anything to throw, lo and behold another full 25kg bag is filled.

i still have a few sentimental pieces though. maybe one day down the line i will throw them as well. 

gave away 6 carton boxes filled with 2 ml 5ml syringes to the grey haired lovely bengali. 

saw a difference in the room i was using for storage. 

so started the process again. 

the time and chronology escapes me. but these are a few pics that got me into the road of 3 trunks of books 1 off cutlery and one of sentimental hoards.

tick tock tick tock

 i have been asked to move. 

the clocks counting down. 

89 days left. 

good thing i have been decluttering! 

i guess i havent been documenting the before and after much coz i didnt think i was going to post about it. 

and i havent taken pictures of all the things that have left the house. 

but its time to share!

sometime 3 months after i started and sent away and gave away clothes... 

this was my 7th haul

2 weeks later

a week later

a few bags of clothes later....

a few sacks of paper clutter was abraca dabraed and i didnt feel like i needed to take a picture... 

it was getting exhausting... 

decision after decision. 

i was tired. 

didnt feel like it was making any difference. 

everytime i cleared a space. it kept ovewrflowing with things. 

i didnt realise i had so much crap. 

i just reorganised what i had and said i couldnt do this any more. it was tiring. 

i was done. 

decluttering was crap and it wasnt making a difference in my life. 

i mean what difference does me keeping or throwing anything make anyway!