Some time over the last 10 years, my partner and I have become clutter bugs. I don't know why. We've made various attempts at de-cluttering, including hiring an organizer for a day. That helped for a while, but the clutter slowly (actually, quickly) reappeared. Now, it's gotten so bad that we've decided to just screw it, and move. [No, the photo is not of our actual clutter. It's an open photo of someone else's clutter from flicka.]
Ok, so the clutter isn't the thing prompting us to move (no, it's moreso the monstrous million dollar townhouses that a bastard "we're improving the community by building houses you can see from two miles away" Mt. Baker landbaron development company is building directly behind our house that's really sending us packing) but I have to admit: at times, I've wanted to light a match, toss it down, and walk away from it all.
I'm hopeful that the move will help us, literally, leave all this clutter behind us. We're separating out the stuff we don't want to take with us, so we don't move a bunch of crap we don't actually use. (Like the boxes and boxes of books, papers, and toiletries that have been sitting in our second bedroom for three years since we moved in here).
In the meantime, we now have about 27 hours before a real estate agent comes to our house to look around, tell us what we have to fix before listing the house, and giving us a recommendation for a listing price. If we haven't un-cluttered in 3 years, how can we do it in 27 hours? AARRGGHH! If you hear screaming echoing from Mt. Baker to Beacon Hill, then through downtown up to Queen Anne and Magnolia, don't worry: it's just me!
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