Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Cleaning House

I like a neat house. Not scrubbed glowing, we-dont-actually-live-here looking, but neat. My house is not that today.

I am cleaning.

It's funny that it requires me to literally tear my house apart to find the root of the problems. A table that, placed too close to a vent, collects a ridiculously large quantity of dog hair. A closet that has bunch of junk, and needs it all reassessed. It takes me all week to accomplish all of the things I need to around here. It does help, though. It feel so much better.

And, luckily, I don't seem too attached to all of my junk. I have managed to de-junk so much of my life in the last year. Things are things.

But sometimes I do wish for a museum to store the things I find beautiful. It would be such a strange mix.

But when it comes down to it, my mind is my museum, and it contains all that I love. I suppose I'll have to be content with the "admit one only" sign outside. Others might peek in the window, but ultimately, it's mine. 

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