Before I opened the box, I knew what was in there
Last week, I had some free time and decided to tackle it.
I pulled the offending pieces of luggage out of the suitcase closet, which is in a small storage room. As I organized the suitcases that weren’t getting tossed, my younger son took the suitcases destined for the dumpster. He was happy to participate in this task; he hates any sort of clutter. Leaving the room, he gestured to the opposite side, and asked, “Will you do that closet, too?”
We both laughed because while the other side of this small room also has a closet, there is nothing in there to organize. It houses some air conditioner ducts, and the only people who open that closet are AC guys when they come to do a repair, which thankfully doesn’t happen often.
There was no reason for me to open that door at all.
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