Eight years ago or so, I was homeless.
It was partly because life doesn’t always work out like you expect. It was also partly because, eight years ago, I was a dumbass.
But I was homeless; what I owned was what I carried in my pockets and where I lived was where I sat down.
Eventually, with the help of organizations like Dry Bones, I got a job and rented a small studio apartment with my friend Shawn.
Fast forward to today – my wife and I just moved into a two-bedroom apartment, the living room of which is, by itself, bigger than that old studio.
My friend Niki does what she calls “de-cluttering” challenges where she tosses out all sorts of stuff she has laying around, with the goal of streamlining her life.
This holiday weekend, the wife and I are doing the opposite: we are RE-cluttering. All of our clutter is more or less coralled in boxes and bags, but it shouldn’t take much more than a days work to set it free so that it may frolic on the wild untamed surfaces of our apartment.
And hopefully, it will reproduce and start a family of clutters. Because I like my clutter, you see. I’ve done my time with a ‘stream-lined’ life. Now is the time for me to build some clutter. To everything there is a season, and all that.
Before we can re-clutter though, we need to paint and wallpaper. That’s what we’re doing today. And maybe tomorrow.
The color we had picked for the bedroom turned out to be much more ‘zombie flesh grey’ than we had expected, so we’re going to have to go paint shopping again.
But we’re nearly done, and I should get back to it.