No, not the theatre piece of Twyla Tharp and Billy Joel (although the latter's music did accompany some of the action). This was a carefully choreographed drama of calloused fingers, torn cuticles and bruised thighs as I packed and itemised 50-plus cartons in just under a week. Why oh why, I ask, do I have quite so many books and CDs...? 
Once it was all done (and there were a couple of all-night vigils in the mix as well) I got to sit back and watch the experts pack the kitchen and encase my treasured furniture in industrial-strength bubble wrap. They kindly left the armchair until last.
Once everything I was moving had begun its journey to Sydney, I looked around and realised I'd come full circle: one borrowed chair, a crappy table, and a foam mattress on the floor...
Then it was time for the grand declutter. I thought I was decluttering back in December (ha!), but this was the Real Thing and required the aid of many good friends and much good humour... Thank you Sara, Charlotte, Lynne, Gail, Dan, Cheryl, and René — I couldn't have done it without you.