Part One: The Junk Attacks
Last month, I moved out of a house that I’d been living in for over fifteen years. The change has been a welcome one: our old place was a one-bathroom, two-bedroom-plus-oversized-closet house which we outgrew years ago. In our new place, we not only have an abundance of bathrooms, but enough elbow room that I can turn in a complete circle without either bumping into a pile of stuff, or stepping on a cat.
That’s the good part.
The not-so-good part is this: I have. A lot. Of junk. A lot.
And that’s just the beginning of the awful truth! Yes, it’s all fun and games until somebody’s crushed by books. I hope you’ll stop by the R8 blog and read the rest of my saga.