(Lena)
I started with the boxes nearest the door.
Most of them had been sitting in the guest room for so long that I'd stopped seeing them as a problem and started seeing them as part of the room itself. That was how clutter worked. It stayed long enough to become invisible and then one day you looked at it properly and wondered how you'd let it get that far.
I pulled the first box open.
Brad's things mostly. Books he hadn't touched in years, old files from a job he'd left before we moved into the house, cables for electronics I wasn't sure either of us still owned. I set the box aside and opened the next one.
Mine this time. Fabric samples from an old project, a sketch pad I'd forgotten about, two candles I'd bought and never used. I kept the sketch pad and moved everything else towa
