And yet, there always seems to be more.
How is it possible that I 'nested' in this house just a few months ago and now I feel like I need to do it all again?
Both the hubs and I come from homes where there is too much stuff. Mine was more of a "I might need this someday" family, his was more of a "look at my collections" family.
I dread the day all that stuff becomes our responsibility.
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