A place for everything and everything in it’s place. Sounds so simple, but it’s not that easy. I’m a nester, a collector, a person who surrounds myself with things that make me happy. I had such lofty ideals about minimizing when we moved last December, and I really have tried. Everything is organized in the house now, hubby is still working in the garage, sorting, separating, filling dumpsters, thank goodness they are building a house next door. But still, there is a lot of stuff in my house and how I ever had all of this in the condo I’ll never know
But onward and upward, we somehow keep bringing boxes in the house, It’s things I had forgotten about, so why do I think I need them? And things I’ve told him to pitch, I somehow wish I had back. Today, he unearthed wind chimes in the garage, and I heard the tinkle and yes, they made me smile. I do love wind chimes. I’ll find a place for them, tomorrow I will.“
*Sigh* We’re both ready for this to be over, to have everything sorted, sold, cleaned away and have life back to normal, if I even remember what “normal” is.
We’re getting there, slowly and steadily, and spring arrives early in Tennessee, I’m ready...