I’m still sorting and packing everything.
Stones and crystals, glitter and sand. beads and books.
How on earth did all this stuff fit in this teeny apartment?
I’m selling the air conditioner since my new place has central air. My upstairs neighbor came over this morning to ask about it. At 7am on a Sunday morning.
He came in and decided to take it, but looked around in slow disbelief; asked if my apartment was the same layout as his. I knew it was since there had been a few times I’d seen his briefly. He just kept saying there was so much stuff; slowly, and kind of creepy. After he left it made me feel like there was something wrong with me that I have all these things in my home and live like this. A wall of organized boxes of craft supplies, jewelry making supplies and stones, overflow of glitter and beads… Work table and small tile table that should be an eating table but right now is a catch all; and all morning it kept ringing in my ears.
“There’s so much stuff…”
Ended up just taking a nap cause I felt overwhelmed about where to start again since it felt like there was nowhere to start. After waking up and shaking off the morning thing it’s getting better, and realizing what I already got rid of is gigantic; but damn… Really threw me for a loop. I know I live a bohemian life style where it’s just me in an art studio, but to get someone’s reaction like that who has never been exposed to it made me feel like a Hoarders show candidate.