Compared to most apartments in NYC, mine is quite roomy. I only share it with one person, which makes the bathroom situation ideal For some reason, though, my home is always a mess. Always! Every room is filled with papers, books, clothes, stuff! We have many closets, which is little consolation as they are all full. I've learned to walk gracefully simply to be able to navigate around the apartment without stubbing a toe.
The worst of it is, I've thrown out or given away so many items in recent months. Somehow, though, I keep accumulating - even when I do lay off the shopping, Bonnie. I can't get it together. Is this an indication of some kind of mental issue, or am I just making excuses? Is there some kind of therapy program for the chronically disorganized? Packrats Anonymous? I don't want to end up on one of those home makeover shows, crying over complete strangers throwing out my things ("Catherine, do you really need all those teapots?" "But I'm the Tea Queen of Astoria!" "No, you're the Rubbish Queen and we're gonna auction off all your teapots." "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" )
On the positive side, I just cleaned up my desk at work. It is possible....
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Yeah, it's hard. Now that I'm moving I'm going to try my hardest not to take everything. I have stuff in the garage that I don't use, but I don't want to get rid of. Like Barbies, toys, etc... I would love to just take clothes and minimal things but it's just a struggle.
story of my life. except i live with 3 other packrats. ha!
throw it out, give it away, minimalize...great slogan for life in these crazy times
reminiscent of sanikdote's entry about exhaling, extricating, enema-izing...
refreshing and energizing concepts yet so hard to actually apply!
what makes us hold on so tightly to the rubbish and refuse in our lives??????
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