So we're trying to get things organized for the great tasks ahead. We have finally started setting up our office. It was once a nursery, then a guest room, and then a dumping ground. For so long we dubbed the office "THE ROOM," dun dun DUN! If it was in "The Room," consider it lost until the next overhaul. Instead of just throwing all the files back into the file cabinet (a great temptation at this point), we're trying to go through them and throw out what's not needed. AGH! If LIFE WOULD JUST PAUSE FOR A MOMENT, then this all might seem possible! Now NOTHING has a home, and it's all in boxes in the new "Office." K, so we're making minute progress every day, so I shouldn't exaggerate too much. I'm really excited for how cleaned out our material lives will be by the time we leave (advice: move every few years to keep the clutter down), but the process is a little messy. I humbly admit that this job of cleaning out the office would have been done long ago had I actually felt motivated to do so. As it once was said, "Gillian, you are no domestic goddess." My next project is the attic and all the billions of baby clothes and boxes of memorabilia we have collected...maybe this is Freudian denial! I dread the attic more than the office, and am therefore using the office as a roadblock to the attic. Think it would fly in the psych ward in the institution for domesticity? Possibly. Okay, so I'm going to start working on the office. Pray for me. It ain't gonna' be pretty :).
Love,
Gillian
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