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Her home wasn't as I expected. I have known her for a very long time. We grew up together. Defined the world together. Got into lots of mischief together. Through life's ups and downs, thick and thin bits, we get each other. She's a top shelf friend.
But I learnt things about her by the way her house was arranged and organised.
It got me thinking. Why is it that we have our stuff sorted around us the way we do? What does it say about us? And why is our outward appearance sometimes so different from what is going on inside us?
Are we minimalist because we can't make a decision? We don't know what we need or want so just get nothing? Or is it because it makes us feel Zen. Clutter-free space, clutter-free mind?
Do we hoard because we can't let go? Or do we just like 'things'? Or do we just not have the space to house all of our belongings?
The fact that my house is mostly tidy with pockets of clutter and disorganisation. What does that say about me? That I am lazy? Laid back? Disorganised? Need more storage? or Just busy?
And the total neat freak? With their perfect benchtops and clutter-free spaces? What does it really say about them? They are proud? Uptight? Organised? Storage endowed? or Just sorted?
I am not judging. I am just asking. Why did I expect my friend's home to be different?