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Home Sweat Home

I figure it's time to talk about the state of my home. It's not good. It hasn't been for awhile. I've been fighting to get it organized and for quite some time I just didn't know what to do. I've been decluttering for the entirety of the pandemic. There is less to get rid of now, but everything is a mess.

Up until recently, I didn't know what to do with any of it. Did I have too much furniture? It was unclear. 

I haven't been using what I have to its potential. Like I still have my old desk. I've been keeping it for crafting. But I've been keeping it in my bedroom. Do I craft in my bedroom? No. I craft in my office. Even when I wasn't attending craft nights on Zoom, I wasn't crafting in my bedroom. It was this fantasy I had.

So I thought about it more and realized that if I tweaked my office environment, my old desk would fit in it. And if I got clever about it, I wouldn't have to get rid of too many books. I may also come out of it with a better way to store some of my small appliances. 

Now I finally have the motivation I needed to finish the office reno. The idea of keeping everything the same wasn't motivating because how it was wasn't working for me. I've finished the first coat of paint. I think a second one will be enough.


I think I have quite a bit of blood, sweat, and tears ahead before I can say, "Home Sweet Home," and truly mean it.

As always, you can check out my goals progress here: https://trello.com/b/RM8yD3eq/rae-roy-general

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