I'm thinking of storing a diswasher in my basement. We just spent weeks hauling junk out of our house, and now I'm thinking of hording more junk. And not just something small, like a baby blanket or a book. I'm talking a big honking home appliance. But my thought process makes it seem like such a reasonable thing to do, and this is the way madness lies...
This is the fifth in a series chronicling my attempt to de-clutter my home. During the process I explore my complex relationship with objects and collections, expose my family's chronic disorganization, and try to get my shit together and the crapola out of the house.
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