When we got home on Tuesday we proceeded to bring the luggage into the house and just place it where ever we decided our feet didn’t need to go. Until yesterday, Fuller’s Easter candy was still in a purple bag buried in a shopping bad just sitting on the floor in the dining room. Man, I wish that candy was still in that purple bag.

Unpacking the suitcases wasn’t going to be just a matter of placing the clean clothes in the drawers and hanging up what needed to be hung up. My mom gave me a wardrobe’s worth of spring/ summer work clothes that were going to have to find homes somewhere in our clothes space. That meant cleaning out all the winter wear, packing it, and putting it all in the attic as well.

Unpacking didn’t mean unpacking- it meant rearranging our living space to create room for the new stuff. And to add to the labor I also had to face the disaster area that was my yarn stash. It had exploded about a month ago and was all in front of my dresser. If I wanted anything from the bottom drawers I really had to want it.

The seasonal ritual of swapping the warm clothes for the cooler clothes is one that I despise. I really, really, really want that gimongous walk-in closet where I can just put winter stuff on one side, summer stuff on the other, and the shoes all in the back.

I finally got it all done yesterday. And by “all” I mean I got the yarn put away and my stuff sorted and swapped. I even got the luggage put back in the attic. I know that I will need it again in 10 days, but I just needed it out of sight.

Now, if I could just figure out how to get all the mail to sort itself, I would be ecstatic.

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