Empty spaces

I crave empty spaces.

My house was jam-packed last year.

Every surface, every drawer, every shelf, cabinet, closet, and hanging rack were full.

In order to leave some room on the floor, I went vertical with storage.

Rooms felt closed in and like they couldn't breathe.

The basement was pretty much just paths along walls of storage totes, and it always felt damp and smelled icky down there because there was no airflow and so many dark little spaces for mildew to grow and mice to build nests.

And I would just acquire more to hold it all.

I couldn't take it, anymore.

I couldn't find anything anymore.

Now, I want to see an empty drawer, an empty shelf, an empty corner, an empty wall.

I'm getting there.