We’re packing up our stuff again. For the second time this year. Work starts on the kitchen and bathroom next week, so we need to be out of here for a while.
I’ve moved a lot. A lot. I moved to Sydney 17 years ago and in that time I’ve lived in 16 different places (one of them for four years) and been of no fixed address six times as well. Or maybe seven. Anyway, I’m pretty good at packing. And giving things away. I’m not sentimental about most things, so if you give me a present that’s not really me, please don’t be offended when I give it to someone who will get more joy out of it.
But this time, it’s personal. This time, I have to say goodbye to this:
It’s a fucking heavy old cupboard door that I bought for $15 when I first moved to Sydney. I was living on $50 a week (after rent), so that $15 meant brown rice and bread so I still had enough money to go to bands on Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday (hence the tinnitus). And I’ve lugged it around with me for almost two decades. Hey, what can I say, it’s a skinny mirror.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, this time I have to say goodbye to these:
I’ve had these boots since 1998. They were with me on my first overseas trip, to Europe. They were with me when I worked as a bar manager in Soho, London. They were with me when I rode a camel in the Kizilkum Desert in Uzbekistan. They were with me when I climbed through a broken window of an abandoned hotel in the Terelj National Park in Mongolia, because the inside looked like it had once been magnificent. They were with me when I wrote my name in the snow with stones by Lake Baikal in Siberia. They’ve been to Big Day Outs, and Livids, and Homebakes, and many other festivals and about a thousand gigs.
But I haven’t been able to wear them for a year. Probably two. The sole split – my soul split – and Blundstone don’t make these any more. For a while I put a plastic bag on my foot so it didn’t get wet, but then the split got so bad the leather split too and it was all over.
I think I have to say goodbye to them. If anyone needs me, I’ll be the one sobbing by the garbage bin.