I used to be the messy one. The messy sister, the messy house guest, the messy girlfriend. To clarify, messy is not dirty. Messy is you let your stuff pile up until you can’t easily move around your room. Or you still haven’t put away your clean laundry from a week ago. Or you have the habit of leaving jewelry and hair ties around when you’re visiting family.
The room in my current apartment is half the size of my first apartment. I was spoiled. My first apartment had a walk-in closet with two closets…I kid you not (and I was still probably paying less than you are for your Manhattan shoebox…go Astoria!). When I moved I was really proud of the fact that I got rid of about six grocery bags filled with stuff — not garbage — stuff.
My living room at it’s peak of organization.
That was the beginning of a pretty big transformation for me. Because of a combination of circumstances, I now find great pleasure in the process of unclutter-ing. With lots of inspiration from The Unclutterer, the only blog I have ever had delivered straight to my inbox, I’ve de-cluttered my life in tons of small ways and the effects have been pretty momentous.
