Renting a room or an apartment in Australia is pretty different from the UK. For one thing, hardly anywhere is furnished, not even with a fridge or a washing machine.
So it wasn’t really surprising that two single people, both with hobbies that require a fair bit of equipment (like scuba diving, camping, and climbing), and one of those with a small addiction to shopping, accumulate rather a lot of … stuff.
A couple of weeks ago, Silvio got to see the new apartment for the first time. He texted me afterwards, “There are some good things, and some not so good”. My heart sank: I had a feeling that the “not so good” was going to be something to do with space … and I was right. We already knew we would need to sell a few of our things, either because we already had two of the same, or because we wanted to replace them with new, but it was time to take a long hard look at EVERYTHING and think hard about what would have to go.
Luckily, neither of us are too sentimental (well OK, I can be, a bit) – moving to Australia knocks most of that out of you, since the cost of bringing things across is so astronomically expensive that you just can’t ship every last little thing. It was time to get closely acquainted with Gumtree.
Gumtree is a funny place. Some things sold within hours with no quibbling over the price, some people have successfully bargained me down, while for other things I held my ground. Some adverts have been sitting on the site for two weeks without a single enquiry! It’s impossible to predict what will shift easily, and what won’t.
I advertised a couple of cheaper items for a fiver each, with no luck, yet after marking one as free it was gone within an hour. Some people text to arrange a time to visit, then never reply, some arrange a time and don’t show up. I’m not sure which is worse!
One thing I was really struggling to get rid of was my stacks of flower pots, even for free. On Saturday morning, on my friend Becc’s good advice, I put them all outside with a sign saying “Free – Help Yourself”. Somebody obviously did, because they were gone in less than two hours!
I’ve tried to find friends who will benefit from some of my things, and given bags of clothes away to charity shops, and it’s not always easy – especially when things are in good condition.
I’m trying to focus on the good feelings: that somebody else is enjoying it, that I feel “lighter” with less stuff, and that I would rather live every day in a tidy, less crammed apartment than keep all the things for the one time in a blue moon that we might want it
We’re still not done. The last few things remain for sale on Gumtree, and the spare bedroom is getting more and more stacked up with boxes containing those things that we ARE taking with us (note to self: got to tell the movers that we may have underestimated how many boxes …)
“Where are we going to put this?” Silvio asks twenty times a day as we’re packing. “I don’t know how this is all going to fit …” I don’t know either! I suspect Gumtree is going to be my friend for a little while yet …