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I have a confession to make.
I kind of don’t believe in Spring cleaning.
Mostly because I do my Spring cleaning year ’round.
The Ex and I moved a few times during our eleven year marriage. Each time to a bigger home, as we added more bodies to our family (two kids … cats … dogs). More people and animals means more space.
Or so I thought.
I was wrong.
We really didn’t need more space. What we needed was less stuff.
When The Ex and I separated nearly five years ago, the kids and I moved again, into a smaller home (and, coincidentally, back to our second marital home), and since then, I have purged.
I tend to go on tears.
Attack a room at a time. Get rid of stuff. Reorganize. Downsize the furniture.
Then I allow the virtual dust to settle.
And go off in another area.