I like my home to be orderly. I like knowing where everything is so I can find it and not waste time in a frustrating search. And I’d like to say it’s easy to be that way, but it’s not. I’d like to day it’s a fast process. It’s not. I’d like to say I’ve arrived and I’m all organized and my household runs like a well-oiled machine. It does not. But I’m constantly trying to learn better ways of doing things while I unlearn my really innefective ways of doing things.
Here’s what I lived with for a year the last time I moved, in the fall of 2007. I did not have company over. There was no place to sit! My livingroom/dining room were piled high with boxes, baskets, bins and whatever else landed there because I did not have anyplace to put things. Eventually, after two big pickups by the Salvation Army and countless trips to the dumpster, I started my battle against the inner chaos caused by the endless chaos in my home.
It wasn’t good. And the only thing that helped me get some momenteum was buying a new dining room table. It was going to be delivered the next day so I had to clean the dining room floor and make room.
Sanity and serenity were slowly making their way back into my life.
