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I remember sitting at my kitchen table last August, staring at a utility statement that felt less like a bill […]

I was standing in my kitchen last Saturday, coffee in hand, staring at my backsplash like it had personally insulted

I still remember moving into my first studio apartment after leaving the corporate grind. I stood in the middle of

I still remember sitting on the floor of my first “adult” apartment, surrounded by half-unpacked boxes and staring at a

I still remember sitting on the floor of my first studio apartment, surrounded by a mountain of half-taped cardboard boxes

I was standing in my hallway last Tuesday, staring at a mountain of tangled fairy lights and heavy wool blankets,

I remember sitting on my living room floor last Tuesday, surrounded by a literal mountain of mail, old tax returns,

I remember sitting in my old home office last winter, surrounded by all the latest smart gadgets, feeling like I

I remember standing in my driveway last Saturday, staring at a mountain of half-empty paint cans, tangled extension cords, and

I was standing in my hallway last Tuesday, staring at a stack of “miscellaneous” boxes that had basically become a