I returned back to my flat after a beautiful week away housesitting. That means unpacking the car and bags, and a lot of sorting out. Creating order. Which is my very favourite thing among many others.
"Homecoming" is easy now - it's the flipside of the speedy packing I wrote about earlier. However, housesitting is really different from a hotel trip - in so many ways. Focusing on just two elements:
I take much more stuff, because I plan to do some nice recreational things, and cook of course. This time I took sheet music (singing practice), sewing machine & fabric (finish a quilt top) and an assortment of edibles to complement the good stuff I knew I'd find in the pantry.
It's bigger, and I use more of the space. I had stuff in two bedrooms, two bathrooms, kitchen, dining room, laundry, lounge, office, garage, bikeshed, deck! Pretty well spread out, what luxury.
You do your best when packing up to leave, but it's inevitable something gets left behind. That's where the orderly unpacking comes in - if I put stuff away in its proper place as soon as I get home, theoretically I'll notice the gaps and realise what's missing. So far, I'll I've missed is the cheese ("Who moved my cheese?") Hopefully the family will recognise it's feta and make a Greek salad.
Hope there's nothing else more significant ...
