Hellooo, it’s been too long! As some of you may know, I spent the majority of last week volunteering at the first ever UK Fruitfest! (though hopefully, the first of many!). I got back (Very exhausted) on Sunday, and have since then spent my time recovering! It’s amazing how you never really realise how worn out you are, until you stop for a moment… Phew.
Anyway, more on that later. I still have one more post to share with you all about my time in Camden, so here it is! (I have so many posts to share with you all! Catching up slowly though!)
When we finally arrived in London, we are very hungry! I posted about what foods we had managed to take (and find!) on our journey to London here, but I knew where we would be going as soon as we arrived.. so I made sure not to fill up too much..
This post is going to be a little different from what I normally blog about. No recipes today. Instead, I’m going to be telling you all about a wonderful event I had the pleasure of taking part in last Saturday – A Raw food Workshop!
On my side, I have boxes, scissors and packing tape.
On the other side – Clutter, dust, and over a year and a half of accumulated…. stuff.
So far, I seem to be winning the battle. Though that’s difficult to see right now, with boxes blotting out the light from the windows, and piles of “things” gathered in every corner, waiting to be sorted. Waiting to strike.
Moving house really can feel like an up-hill battle at times. Every single thing that you own is dragged out of the dark depths in which it’s hidden for who-knows how long, piled up in heaps and boxes to stare you in the face, making you ask yourself – Why on earth did I keep That? Where did that come from? Do I need this?
In the face of all of this chaos, you become ruthless. Throwing away things that once, a long time ago, you had some reason to keep that now alludes you. It’s not only a battle with your house and your possessions, but a battle with yourself. As you try to cut down the never-ending mountain of boxes that need to be moved…