Have you ever visited a home and noticed that nothing is out of place?
That it’s really clean and clutter-free?
And everything is arranged oh so neatly, it almost looks like no one really lives there?
And then you start to wonder, “Wait… does someone live here?” Because the hangers are oddly the same distance apart, like no one ever moves them to get their coat. And where’s the messy stuff?
So you start peeking around, looking for a little mess. Or maybe a little bit of stuff jumbled up. Something, anything.
The bathroom shows signs of life, but it mostly looks untouched.
And then you find that even the glue has it’s own drawer, and there’s another drawer for seed packets.
Doesn’t that seem weird?
Doesn’t everybody, no matter how neat or clutter-free they are, have at least one place of messiness in their home?
Somewhere in the deep, dark recesses of the house, a place where clutter can thrive?
Mine is called the back room. It’s my Monica’s closet.
It’s the kids’ bedroom closet, but since it’s spacious at five by seven square feet, we use it for general storage.
Lately we’ve been tossing stuff back there. It’s gotten bad.
And I’m going to clean it out.
Back Room Makeover: