I am a (possible, most likely, ok, I admit it) hoarder. And no, I am not a lesbian. Lest by the title of this first post you think otherwise, I thought I’d set the record straight. I’m female, 30 something, miraculously married to an amazing man and have two kids, who I will refer to as N and A for the sake of protecting their privacy. I can see the therapy bill they will force me to pay for them if I exploit them in any way in this blog about my disfunctional housekeeping and addiction to clutter.
So there you have it. And this is the beginning of my odessy to a better and cleaner home.
Less is more, right?
Hmmm… not sure if I buy it. (I’ll buy a lot of other stuff though. Just point me in the direction of Target or Khols.) I never got that. “Less is more.” Really?
REALLY?
Come on…
I see a clean surface and I think WOW! Look at all that SPACE for me to FILL! Space that just stays empty bothers me. If I walked by a blank canvas day after day it would drive me crazy. I would need to pick up a brush and paint it full of color. I want to fill in all the spaces, all the cracks. I can’t leave anything alone.
Ok, all you physcho analyzers out there, what does that mean? I would love to have some shrink tell me what in the world that means and why I feel that way when the rest of the sane world out there believes that an empty space is a healthy and happy space. Sigh.
So there you have it. I will try to be open and honest in my journey as a recovering hoarder. You can check up on me here, whether it is for your curiosity, entertainment (I often find myself amusing) or because you too have a hoarding problem and are thrilled that I'm the guinea pig who is trying to recover from this first.
