Since my daughter moved out, there's a room that is now full of things she doesn't want enough to take with her. Some I will be willing to store for a time but other things need to go. I could use the room but it's so overwhelming in its disarray and the jumble of bags and bins and odd bits and bobs that it reminds me of an episode of Hoarders. I keep trying to mentally rearrange things so I have a plan to start, but even when cleaning up this mess mentally, I am exhausted. There's no timeline to keep, but one day, I would like to open that door without gasping in horror.
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