I have a confession to make. I am a hoarder and not just that, but it would appear that I am a hoarder of unwearable swimming trunks.
I recently moved flats. After two - often but not always - wonderful years I have "decided" to leave Walthamstow and head south to Greenwich. I placed the word decided inside inverted commas because I don't think that at any point, I actually decided to either leave Walthamstow or move to Greenwich. That's not to say that I'm not happy with the way things have turned out. I needed to get out of the house I originally moved into temporarily for a month or two, two years and two months ago and away from my overbearing live in landlord. Plus Greenwich is a very nice place to move to. However, considering I was hoping to stay in Waltham Forest and planned to move no further south that Clapton - for those of you with limited/no knowledge of London geography, Clapton is still very much North London - it was a bit of a surprise to myself when I somehow ended up in Greenwich (which again for some of you, Greenwich is South of the river!).
Now it was only while I was packing away my things and preparing to move into my new flat, where I will have a slightly smaller room bedroom, that I realised what I hoarder I have been these last couple of years (and no doubt before that too). For example, while I was packing I found six, that's SIX pairs of unwearable swimming trunks/shorts. What on earth was I holding onto them for? Sentimental value? Haha.
It's funny what we hold onto. I've got all sorts of things that I don't really need but I don't want let go of. All useless but some with real meaning and so I think it's understandable that I don't want to throw them out. Like a version of my Year31Project list from my Edinburgh show. Like 50+ handwritten envelopes from my short film letters. And like all of my mugs from my travels for my travel blog AroundTheWorldIn80Mugs. (One day I will hopefully have 80 and I have no idea how or where I will store them but I would never dream of getting rid of them).
But amongst the weirdest and most useless things to keep hold of. The things that were probably thrown out first during the big sort out, were the six pairs of unwearable swimming trunks/shorts. Seriously, what was the thought there?