I can’t brain when there’s clutter, and for this I blame my mother. More specifically, I blame the genes she passed on to me.
She has always kept a spotless, well-organized house. As a teen, I resented that my room was held to her impossible standards. As an adult, I wish I could channel just five percent of her inner clean freak. But I’m frequently distracted by life, multiple jobs, and some minor health issues that make cleaning and organizing the absolute last thing on the planet I want to do when I get home from work.
For me, chaos present in my physical surroundings equals chaos in my brain and vice versa , and I have a very hard time getting people to understand this about me. I hate the presence of clutter, but if something is amiss or disorganized in my life, I am simultaneously unable to do anything about it. It leads to a sort of depression, and I can spend a lot of my time in a pretty negative headspace if I don’t have some clean, organized, everything-in-its-place visual to help me focus.
So for the past year, with two homes in two states, I’ve been a total stress ball. However, something happened recently that freed up some real estate in my brain: we moved everything out of the condo. Despite the fact that we were rarely there, I knew that the garage was stacked with unsorted boxes. And that was enough to completely immobilize me at the apartment too. I couldn’t fix anything at the apartment. I couldn’t redecorate it or organize it in my mind or even develop a plan for “one day,” because I was completely without zen. But now the condo is finally empty, and the second it happened, there was an almost audible click in my brain.
We spent this weekend putting together an entertainment center and a bookcase that we ordered from Amazon. One of the biggest problems we’ve had in moving from a 2,000+ sq. ft. condo to a 500 sq. ft. apartment, is that all of our furniture was too damn big. These things actually fit our space. Yay!
They’re not special by any means, but I love them. And I’m starting to (finally!) love this little apartment. Because slowly but surely we’re turning it into something that works for us. Here’s a before and after of our little living room:
After we got it set up, Dan stared at the spot between the entertainment center and the bookcase. He stood in it and said to me, “We need something right here.”
“No!” I cried in terror. “Please! There has to be white space.”
Dude about gave me a heart attack.