The household ch’i is angry. I don’t blame it at all. The carpet stinks. The hall is lined with boxes haphazardly filled with the contents of our bookshelves. The furniture is squashed into the dining area and kitchen. We aren’t sleeping well at night and aren’t feeling great during the day. I feel like I’m living in that show, Hoarders. If ever there was a case for minimalism, it would be when Janel entered our home for the first time since the flood and said, “wow, you guys sure do have a lot of stuff!”
That settles it. I think I’m going to post my entire apartment on freecycle.