For those who are wondering

What I am presently doing in Australia is assisting my parents, who are moving house. My father has lived in the same house for more than 50 years, and my mother has lived there for nearly 40. It is a deeply strange and in some ways disturbing experience, because a lot of it involves sorting through childhood possessions, school books, university notes, and all sorts of relics of the first 20 years of my life, and figuring out just what to keep. Many of these things are things I would never look at again, but they have very distinct memories attached to them. It's very difficult, and at times quite painful.