Isn't moving weird? It's a bit like delving into your past in order to move towards the future.
Yesterday (Saturday) we spent half of the day in the centre of Cambridge carrying out all sorts of errands in preparation for Operation "Move the Tapas". We only exchanged contracts on our new house on Thursday and we are getting the keys in exactly 4 days. Counting the days? Me? Never!
When we got back home after mail redirections , banks and a lot of dishwasher and washing machine search brain aches in John Lewis. I decided to continue with my seemingly never-ending shredding. As a self-employed person, I am supposed to keep records for 7 years and back in the day it was necessary to have printouts of everything, plus I used to do a lot of on-site work and there were a lot of travel expenses, etc. involved and back in the early noughties I didn't always have a scanner to hand.
A little while before LittleT was born we
Among folders of paperwork that now, two years later, needed shredding, I have found all sorts of things that I had forgotten: from the amazing amount of jobs that I have carried out in 13 years of freelancing but that I clearly remember; to the short novel I wrote in my early twenties (obviously rather unpublished) and some of my short stories, I felt so strongly about them when I wrote them. I am hoping they are the ones I don't have on my computer anymore. I thought these had been lost somewhere through the years but there they were. I have decided to put them in a folder this time, label it clearly and find some time to read them with a good cup of coffee to hand (you never know, I might send myself to sleep, literally!).
It will be weird to read at 38 what I wrote almost 20 years ago, I think a lot of my writing reflects who I am at any given time. I may have to find myself a reading corner in our new house. As a translator, I work with words all day long and in the last few years, with more work than ever and a baby, I have missed reading. Just as well I read so much before that. I basically spent my childhood, teenage years and youth with my hands glued to a book, hiding the fact that after lights out, when everyone was in bed, I was switching my reading light back on and quietly pulling a book from under the covers. I think my husband reckons I have never read a book in my life, which with 2 BAs and one MA would have been a bit difficult, above all since there was so much literature to study.
Life has changed so much that reading has become something I don't have the time or the eyesight for. Nope, I am not that old and decrepit: a lot of my translator colleagues agree that, when you spend your days in front of a computer screen translating, analysing and playing with words and sentences, when it comes down to settling with a book first you get words and letters dancing around, your brain analysing the writing, spotting spelling mistakes. Basically we continue doing our job.
Writing however gives me the freedom that translating doesn't: creating my own content.
After my shredding sessions, all I can say is I am extremely pleased I can write on my blog and that there is now such a thing as a paperless office.
You can read part 1 of Operation "Move the Tapas" here.