I find myself longing for empty spaces. Closets with hangers two finger widths apart. Empty shelves, clear surfaces, the absence of "stuff". I'm not sure what brought this on, but lately I daydream about taking a week off work, cleaning every closet, dresser, and cupboard in the house, and hauling all the cast offs to Goodwill. Seriously. Maybe I've been watching too many episodes of "Hoarders".
Walker and I have been looking into the possibility of downsizing our home. When we moved here, we did so anticipating a family. Now that we know for certain there will be no kids, the house just feels too big. Of course, with Bro and the boys here, we won't be doing anything in the immediate future, but at some point they will settle into their own place and we'll make a decision.
I hate moving.
We came here from a house that was less than 800 square feet. I never thought we would fill this space, more than twice what we had before. Um, yeah. We've been here six years next month and guess what? The basement storage room? It's full. The garage cupboards? Yep, they're full. The closet in under the stairs? Uh huh. How does this happen? And so fast! These rooms that seemed so big feel cozy now.
I'm not sure what we'll end up doing, but we're looking at all the options. It's been kinda fun, actually. We've done some house hunting, and if this dang heat would ever let up, we'll do some more. In the meantime, there are always closets to clean.