I’ve been doing a major unfucking of late. The living room and bedroom were big achievements, and I’m managing to maintain them well. The kitchen is much better, thanks to my new “don’t go to bed with dirty dishes in the sink” rule. It’s my “make your bed”. Making my bed is easy. Daily dishes is hard. No dishwasher, so I have to do them (including wash, dry and put away).
But that’s not the point of this. Today, I attacked the 2nd bedroom. This room was particularly scary. In that room were boxes that I moved from AZ to GA in 2010, then to this apartment last summer. Unopened. That room was where stuff went that just didnt’ have a home. I had a little path that went from the door to the closet, since my t-shirts and shoes were in there„ and a path that branched off to the wardrobe, since towels go there. But that’s it.
Before (and taking these pictures was hard to make myself do).
And after. It’s not perfect, there’s still work to do, but I need some bins/shelves for some additional storage. That will happen with the next paycheck, and until then, I can keep things from re-building in there. THESE pictures were much easier to take.
I’m feeling so much better about my living space lately - it doesn’t feel as overwhelming, and I don’t come home and ignore the mess by sitting on the sofa with my nose in a book. Yay!
