I despise clutter. If an item is in any way superfluous, it is unwelcome in my home. This obsessive behavior can easily be traced back to my very early days. I grew up in a house where every inch of wall space was covered with an antique, photograph or quilt. My parents seemed to collect everything. Paperwork grew like weeds enveloping the kitchen. For fun I would go through stacks of junk mail; the act of throwing away became a hobby. When I moved out, I vowed to live clutter free.
Like everything else in my life, I took that vow to the extreme. My house is void of anything that is not absolutely necessary. I drive Jeff crazy by recycling the Sunday paper at 10:00 am, before he’s gotten through the front section. I’m always in trouble at tax time because I’ve trashed some important item. Magazines are gone before the current month even begins and greeting cards never make it more than a day or two. It applies to my computer too- files that are not actively being utilized need to be backed up and removed. Their presence drives me nuts. Even this blog– I’m constantly cleaning up the sidebar and I obsess about the bottom looking too junked up. I’ve removed and replaced the damn buttons countless times. Admittedly, I’m totally wacko about the whole thing, but at least I’ll never end up on Hoarders. That’s even more disturbing.