So today our furniture arrives.
Well, the furniture that I didn’t have to put in storage because it ‘contravened’ Chinese rules.
In other words, my DVD’s, books and CD’s.
It’s been over 8 weeks since we had our stuff around us and while we’ve survived just fine, I won’t deny it’ll be nice to have it back.
It’s not because it’s expensive or classy [remember my black rocking horse sheep?!] it’s because it represents ‘home’.
Sure – my wife and cat are the most important – however a lot of the things we have are things we’ve got together and as such represent more than a couch or a table, but a moment in time.
You see I am a sentimentalist.
My wife is worse … but for a guy, I’m pretty bad.
Whenever I visit a place I once lived, I walk around visiting the places that were significant during my time there, secretly hoping that the feelings they once brought out in me, come back.
They rarely do.
Feelings and emotions are wonderful things. They help us feel alive.
In a World where we are running around at 10,000 miles per hour, the ability to find something that affects you so deeply that it stops you in your tracks and affects your mood and behaviour is wonderful.
Even if it’s something sad, it can be good – because if there’s one thing I’ve learnt from the recent financial crisis, people have short memories or an amazing ability to simply ‘move on’ so being pained by something can be good for learning and developing.
I guess the reason for all this is so I can justify going off my bloody tits with anger if there’s so much as one scratch on our goods.