I got to clean the kitchen this past Saturday – it made my whole weekend. So cathartic and meditative, I love having things clean.
I think part of clutter has to do with all the *stuff* that we have, stuff that, while nice, isn’t a necessity. Cohiba and I daydream about the day in the future when we build a little house on an old trailer bed, and travel around in it. I wonder why we don’t do it now.
Because having things clean makes me feel so good, but I have a lot of other things that I do (bikes and PhD applications come to mind) I do a bit at a time. Vacuum one weekend. Do the kitchen like I did last weekend. I didn’t used to do it like this, and I like it. A lot of the junk or stuff is Cohiba’s; we’re still learning how to manage this kind of thing with each other. That’s also coming along a bit at a time, but it is coming.