When I first moved into my new place, a few things became apparent. Quickly.
I knew exactly what I had too much of (anything made from paper), too little of (forks), and ultimately what would drive me insane (sitting on the floor to tie my shoes).
The paper, I couldn’t get rid of fast enough, I contemplated fire, and I’m still not sure how I lost or disposed of that many metal forks, but there are less of them now and I have learned to cope. However the last problem really got to me. Continue reading