It's amazing the amount of junk two human beings can accumulate over the course of a few years. It seems unreal that when I moved into this place 5 years ago I had a coffee table, a futon mattress, and a teapot.
Priorities. Tea is important.
Now, I can't even fathom where all this stuff came from. Given, I'm am a art-driven pack rat with more craft-oriented hobbies than I can count. So maybe I should have expected this. But it is still overwhelming. And surprisingly, it feels pretty good to get rid of a lot of this stuff. I know Mr. Cold Nole is cringing through this whole process, but it feels like such a relief to me to shed some of this excess.
I'm feeling practically spartan.
I have power over the clutter.
I am the master of my stuff.
But the teapots are coming with me. All of them.
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