Spent a good chunk of the weekend cleaning and organizing my place. Re-arranging all the rooms for maximum efficiency. Not glamorous or exciting... but at this point very necessary. And it always does make the place feel bigger and less claustrophobic when I'm done. And when the environment is laid-out better, I find I feel a lot more relaxed and focused.
Still a long way to go until I feel truly happy with the results... but a dent has been made in the creeping clutter.
It's also going a long way of working myself out of and finally lifting the year-long post-breakup funk I've been living under... the main reason my place got so far gone in the first place. It's hard to bring yourself to care that much about the state of your surroundings in the midst of a depression.
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