My favorite thing to do at home lately is purge my stuff. I love throwing shit out. GET IT THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE! PEACE OUT, GOOD RIDDANCE! Feels so good.
The basement, the closet, the bookshelves. I wish all my belongings fit into one room. Simplicity, please.
And maybe this will sound like a bit of downer but I don’t want someone to have to spend days, weeks, months, years sorting through all my belongings when I croak.
(This is what I think about as I get rid of some of my mom’s things. And mine.)