While I was in the throes of a mindless drudgery bit (hail, repetition!), I caught myself looking around our bedroom-come-[craft]-space, as we have taken in a friend who, in the name of humanity, was given the third bedroom and not forced to couch it (haha, if we had a couch) so that my [stuff] could keep its place. It's pretty awful in here at the moment, I'm surprised we can sleep with the amount of visual noise, but I am not shocked in the slightest that the clutter is waging war on my ability to focus and general contentment.
A little back story on the lack of couch and other things...
We were going to move. For five years, we had one foot out the door. We donated a couple tons (literally) of whatnot (three generations of "I might use this later." + pure sentimentality) and sent our nonessentials / things which would be in the way (of renovation) to be stored at Future Home Site I (one hundred thirty miles from current home) seven years ago. About five years ago, the stored things moved to Future Home Site II (two hundred fifty miles from current home). We have had decent starts, but the fits always follow because I have yet to get all of us on the same page at the same time... and the priority list changes every time the old girl (she turned forty-four this year) gives a big hiccup (I'm looking at you, plumbing). So, we've been living without many comforts, essentially indoor camping, for some time.
Small house made smaller by occupancy and war zones, I am desperate to the point of distraction for more living space and my eye is on the garage.
Ah! Just over four hundred square feet of potential! I will have to reserve room for the laundry and some small slice of a walk-in/through tool storage, so probably only around two hundred square feet for me, but it's two hundred more than I have now XD
The excitement of the thought is giving me a case of carthorse. Plumbing first. ... with intermittent cookery and throw pillows.
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