I’ve spent a lot of this year dealing with mental clutter and finally feel ready to deal with the physical clutter. I’ve lived in the same apartment for 7 years (a lifetime for someone who used to move every year) and had a child in that time so a lot of stuff has piled up. We have a lot of storage space, which is a mixed blessing in that we stuffed things in the attic that we would have gotten rid of if there were less storage room.
My husband was the organizer. Or so I thought. He used to take things up to the attic, store things in closets, and take care of the organization. Perhaps I should have supervised this more but after he left I discovered that things were not organized at all. One end of the attic contains every box that a package arrived in. I have spent two hours breaking down boxes and have barely made a dent in the pile.
