Moving is one of those times in your life when you find things you never knew you had but at the same time manage to lose things you thought you couldn't live without. For example I cannot for the life of me find my favourite pink belt but I did find my music box from when I was little. A small trinket that brought back many memories and put a smile on my face. The other thing about moving is boxes, you surprise yourself with how many carboard boxes you saved 'just in case' and how many boxes it takes to fill what you thought were your few belongings. You also discover that most of the stuff you own is useless rubbish that you can't bare to throw out. So tonight for me will be spent emptying as many boxes as I can, which will not be many as every five minutes I seem to find a photo album/book/jewelery box which I feel the need to sit and examine for half an hour so as you can imagine unpacking is a rather slow process for me.