Moving, part 1

I'm sorting out stuff to five different piles:

1. Things I want to take with me to Porto
2. Things I will bring to my parent's, so I can take them to Porto when I get back for Christmas.
3. Things I don't want to throw away quite yet.
4. Clothes to be donated.
5. Trash (well this is like 7 different piles, recycling a lot)

I should be done by tomorrow. Now it's 11.30pm and I'm not quite there yet, the flat looks if I was robbed. And it's going really slowly, because I'm having too many emotional moments saying goodbye to shoes. And t-shirts. Handbags. Postcards. Hairpins. You name it.