Y’all, I am sitting in a war zone right now. Okay, it’s a proverbial war zone, strewn with cat toys, summer maternity clothes to be boxed up and loaned to friends, bottles of French perfume, and stacks of shoes I swear I’ll sort through at some point. As we transition from one apartment to the other, and the furniture (save this desk at which I sit) has found its way out, I am left with only my resolve and a few boxes left to pack. A lifelong hoarder collector, I have been known to hold fierce attachments to objects that, while certainly sentimental, do not contribute enough to daily life to justify retaining them. As Josh and I get ready for the arrival of our baby girl, I have resolved to be the mom whose house is not embarrassing. To be able to text a friend and invite her over for coffee or wine on a whim, without requiring a four-hour grace period to straighten up before her arrival. Maybe leopards don’t change their spots, but whimsical and messy little girls grow up. And when you find you can control your anxiety by living in a space that’s organized, where […]
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