Have a place for everything and keep everything in its place

my mail situation. A lot of it is still lying on the kitchen counter, which is NOT its place. :(

I’m almost there. I have a pile of stuff that’s ready for eBaying, and everything else has a home. Unfortunately, the pile lives in the middle of my apartment, which otherwise looks just glorious. :-/

This goal is no small task for me.

But I know I can never get things clean and organized until I have a place for everything. My room is very cluttered, and there are some things that just don’t belong anywhere, so even when I straighten things up I have stuff shoved in corners and on the floor.

My friends (light-heartedly and lovingly, I hope) make fun of me because I am so disorganized and lose things a lot. I laugh at myself too, but its also a kind of frustrating way to live.

I actually think that someday I’ll be able to check this goal off—and it will feel great!

...needs a place.

even though I don’t really have a place for everything I have with me. Because I’ve done so much purging and sorting and storing.

Besides, starting over, it’s going to be a whole new thing, as I rebuild a home elsewhere.

Purge it.

Store it.

Carry it across the country.

That last category makes it much easier to say good bye to non loved things. And moving into someone else’s house for a while makes it easier to store some of those loved things in a basement somewhere because I won’t use them or have space for them where I’ll be living. This means, I will have that distance to them, and if I need to, I will be able to let them go, too. It’s just stuff. We shouldn’t let things lead our lives. That’s what I believe, but it’s hard. Change can be really good, even though it’s tough.

I’m migrating over to both “have a place for everything” and “have everything in its place”. See y’all there!

I AM ALMOST SEVENTY YEARS OLD! JUST ONE TIME IN MY LIFE I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE EVERYTHING I OWN IN THE PROPER PLACE AND MY WHOLE HOUSE IMMACULATE!!!

is there a place for everything. Is it possible to, just once, put everything away to find out where in blue blazes “away” is?

I got ambitious, got the broom, lay down on the ground and swept under there (it’s very low and covered with a slipcover.)

Here is what I found.

A mini magnetic drawing pad.
Calculator that the kids use as a “computer”
Half a dozen balls.
A dumdum pop.
A little cat.
A plastic rattle/teething ring.
A soft cloth book.
Three sponge swords (homemade.)
Book, “Little Gorilla.”
A coloring book.
A porpoise.
Two plastic fish.
One squeeze starfish.
One seahorse water gun.
A shark.
A monster truck.
A bumble bee maraca.
Two plastic cups.
A plastic mini baseball bat.
A cow.
A horse.
A dinosaur.
My hairbrush.
One baby pacifier with teddy bear clip.
One boy pacifier.
One mini play do container.
A sponge “T.”
Bunny rabbit bubble container.
A goose.
A drawing pencil.
A baby hat.
My missing sunglasses.
No less than four of my shoes—no matches, all singles.
One THOUSAND cheerios.

There was, however, no whale. Do you think he found a more exclusive hidey hole? It was a bit like Times Square for toys under there.