I hate clutter

I hate clutter.

I don’t need a picture-perfect house but stuff surrounding me just makes me feel uneasy.

I know everyone in the world is currently wishing for a bigger house and here I go jumping on the bandwagon. Our 1,000 square-foot place has two bedrooms and three bathrooms (when 1 + ¾ + ½ = 3). I’d love a third bedroom. If you’re handing them out, I’d take another closet, a space for Gatito’s litterbox, and a little patio, too. Still, in normal times, we fit here.

But as you know, these are not normal times. Therefore, I’m going to whine a little bit.

We’re both working from home, which means the space we were going to turn back into a dining room after my graduation is still an office with a desk chair and monitor in it. We have four dining chairs scattered around the house.

Since we can’t go to the gym, we borrowed a bench and some weights from a wonderful friend. The bench now doubles as the living room coffee table. The ottoman that once sat in front of the couch is in the bedroom.

It’s all just making me feel very squished. Everything I can get out of the house is going out. I brought two of the dining chairs out to the storage locker. The trunk of my car (that moves about once every 10 days) is storing bags of stuff for when the Goodwill reopens.

Still, I’ve been telling people that I feel like I live in a storage unit. My office has some framed pictures leaning against the wall because I couldn’t find proper hooks with which to hang them up—and that’s not exactly essential to warrant a trip to the hardware store. Gatito insists on having a litterbox on each floor, so the downstairs one is next to my desk. We also have stuff we brought home from the offices with us.

A few spots are making me feel better.

  1. When switching out my sweaters for summer clothes, I also packed away office clothes. I won’t be needing them until sweater season at the earliest, so my closet is looking minimal and tidy.
  2. I also gave my bathroom a good cleaning and tucked most of my makeup and hair products under the sink, leaving out just the basics.
  3. I’m making it a point to tidy up the kitchen each night before heading upstairs—and sometimes while listening to conference calls because it’s nice to get up from my desk. Having that space neat and organized feels more peaceful.
  4. I’m safe and healthy at home with my boys. We have strong wi-fi. I have a job. We have no sulky teenagers or restless kids in need of homeschooling. I’m incredibly grateful.

Published by Candace

I’m a journalist, nutritionist, doting auntie, one-time bobsledder, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.

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