I just got back from a trip to Florida for to help out a family member. While there, I ended up spending time in the home of a hoarder. We’re talking true pathology here. I’m still flashing back to the PILES of STUFF everywhere, with paths through them for moving around the house. It was overwhelming and unsettling to say the least. I wanted to go home and burn everything I own!
Before heading to the airport, I made time for beach therapy. There were very few people out as it’s off season. I fantasized about moving to a secluded beach, taking only a few bikinis and sarongs, maybe a couple sundresses, and my favorite flip-flops. I’d have a tiny clean home with minimal furniture and no tchotchkes or stacks of papers. Just clean surfaces and clear space filled with sunlight and a tropical breeze.
Where is your fantasy home?