I am an "IS" personality, I did not used to care about order.
Now however I'm looking at this ever growing pile of stuff in Alan and I's apartment and can't help but feel like I should be on that reality show "Hoarders".
My mom taught me growing up that in your house everything should have a "home"
Meaning that all items should have a place to return to when your done using them.
Dishes go in the cabinet. Books on the shelf. Towel hung back up.
I used to loathe this way of life.
Now I can't help but cling to my mom's wisdom, roll my sleeves up and start organizing.
P.S. I will probably be having a LARGE yard sale soon