And while I would like to say this photo is of the only corner of my home that is, well, a pile of crap, in truth there are at least three or four spots that are like this — an assortment of stuff that needs… something. To be unpacked, to be washed, to be repaired, to be sorted out.
And the worst of it is, it is so easy for me to not even see these boxes and things any more. Something in my brain just grays these areas out when I’m not looking directly at it. Like “here be dragons” on an old map: here be some stuff (and maybe the box with your camera’s battery charger?)
Well. I guess I know what I’m doing this week.