Unpacking, sorting and packing again.

Hmmm...not sure I'm liking this type of preparation for Italy.  I seem to be sitting in my room surrounded by stuff, literally stuff, that has been transported from London to the Isle of Wight.  I now have to put this "stuff" into a relevant space in my room.  Which, at the moment, is taken up by other "stuff" that has been sitting collecting dust for at least 3 years.  And then...what annoys me the most...once all the "stuff" has been put in a space in my room, I then need to select what things I need to take with me to Italy.

Part of me thinks that I shouldn't take anything, and the other part wants to take everything.  This is hard!