Where did all this stuff come from? How did this house get so cluttered? I’m the only one who lives here now. Did I make this mess all by myself? How embarrassing.
The house I grew up in was a tribute to 57 years of family living. The dance recital costume that fit when I was five. My brothers’ toy box full of little plastic army men. Mother threw away nothing. After she died I looked at my own home of 25 years with a critical eye and an intention of “not being my mother.”
That was two years ago.
On Friday floor installers will come to replace my living room and hall carpet with wood laminate. My task this weekend was to clear them out. Argh. I started on the living room only to have it lead to the six connected to it. And we’re talking closets here too. OMG.
I’ve spent a lot of time working on decluttering my inner world. Looks like it’s time to work on this chaos around me for a while. Balance, I tell myself, as I take another bag of trash to the curb.
- Jan. 5: A Less Cluttered Life (loristillman.wordpress.com)
- Cleaning up the clutter (lacrossetribune.com)
- Secret De-stressing Tip – Do a Little House Cleaning (redenvelope.com)
- One Item In, Two-Four Items Out (ceruleanstarshine.wordpress.com)