Clean and Guilty
I sometimes feel as if I am in a perpetual war against clutter. Kevin and I have lived in the same 980SF condo for the past twenty years. In that time we have acquired far more stuff than we have disposed of. We acquired standard possessions like housewares, clothing, books, art, and all manner of bric-a-brac. Some it is purchased and some of it our friends and family gifted to us. Paperwork accompanies everything, and so do boxes. Speaking of paper, there is always a steady flow of incoming catalogs and magazine subscriptions. Some of it is useful. Some of it is sentimental. Some of it is stuff we believe will be useful at some unspecified time in the future. Thanks to this massive pileup, we have outgrown the space in our home to the point where I have to rent a storage locker to handle the overspill. Still I can't fight the piles. All I can do is try to organize the piles in a way that doesn't look too messy and hope nobody who comes to visit judges us too harshly