I’ve decided that if I ever get a house, I’m having very little in it. Moving is such a hassle. And I don’t like having a lot of things in the first place. Too much makes mess. Mess is evil. Messes aren’t my thing. Because even if they aren’t my messes, I end up having to clean them up anyway.
Maybe a few couches. The bed and dress in my room. Maybe a desk in a sideroom with a computer. A tv if I really want to. Simple things. But not a lot of them either. Just enough to get by.
I’d like that.