The Spare Room
Last night, in an organizational fit, I re-arranged the spare room.
Because of the layout of our apartment, her clothes are in the closet in the bedroom and my clothes are in the closet in the spare room. The spare room also has a tv (that isn’t even plugged in anymore) and a futon (nobody our age should own a futon). I have a little book case instead of a dresser because I’ve been putting off getting new furniture until we get a real place. There are hooks on the closet door for hanging some of my stuff.
I end up using the room as a giant laundry hamper. I just dump clothes all over the place. Sweaty tees, shoes, bags. If you wanted to put the drying rack in there and hang some laundry, you’d have a hard time finding space for it. If you wanted to sit down and read, you’d have a hard time doing that too. In addition to the organizational issues, the lighting in that room is not so good. So there are a lot of issues in this room and I was hoping that when we moved moving would sort them out. But now we’re not moving.
So I moved things around. It’ll be easier to read. I relocated a bunch of my crap to some recently opened shelving in another room, so I have less junk strewn about in the room. On it’s own, this isn’t going to solve all the problems. As with so many things, the problem is internal. The problem is me. The solution isn’t re-arranging the room, the solution is resolving to pick things up and put them away.
