This week I got the itch.
No, not that kind of an itch.
An itch to clean and organize and re-habitable-ize my apartment.
Two weekends in a row of traveling to The Boy + general laziness had left my apartment in shell-shocked, bombed-out, war zone conditions.
No more, my friends. With the brutal finality that only the most unpredictable and commanding need to clean can garner, I tossed things left and right - into the trash and the donate pile. Huzzah, I see the floor! And a million things I forgot I had that I still like - even better!
I'm sure there's a deep psychological reason why this urge to purge comes at certain moments. It must be something about the need for control when life gets chaotic, creating a peaceful place during stressful times, etc.etc.etc.
Whatever it is, I'm glad. It has kept from a. hiring a maid or b. burning all my belongings - which is good because, let's be honest, I can't afford the fees or the jail time.
Have a fabulous weekend! I plan to enjoy gazing at my carpeting....