We moved into our house 9 months ago now. By all outward appearances, our home is tidy and organized.
(cue scary music)
UNLESS you open the guest room closet…
Those would be the last few boxes of unnecessary shit that we haven’t touched since we moved. Oh, and my wedding dress.
Yesterday morning, I decided I needed to access my Giant Box of Memorabilia, which I thought was within reach. I shoved a few things aside, but I still couldn’t get to it. I was afraid to go too far in, lest I be attacked and eaten by god knows what.
‘Clean out guest room closet’ has been on my To Do list for at least 8 months but I’ve been too scared. (Also, lazy.) Aren’t those last few boxes in any move the worst? By the time you packed them, you were way past organizing and well into shoving. There was no telling what was in there, but one thing was for certain, it was ALL CRAP.
So, yesterday, I just decided to go for it. I don’t know what got into me.
Here we are midway through, after the closest had spewed it’s insides all over the formally neat guest room.
Ta da! Look at it! Can you believe it? I got rid of two big boxes of trash and took an entire car load of stuff to the Goodwill. (Bonus points or actually TAKING it there, and not letting it sit in the entryway for a week, then shoving it all back in.)
Who knew it was so spacious! I think we can almost call this a 4th bedroom now.
