It's the middle of 2020 and I've been stuck in my apartment for months, so naturally it's been forcing me to confront my living space more than usual 
Actually I feel pretty okay about my apartment, which is new for me. Growing up I was an extremely messy and disorganized kid and my room routinely piled up with clutter. When I was living at home I'd always let my room pile up to an extreme point, and then spend an all day or all weekend effort putting things away until my room seemed sparkly clean! ...which would only last for a couple of days at most. Moving away for college I became gradually more organized, and I found a blog called Unfuck Your Habitat. The basic idea being, if you clean only in small bursts then eventually your brain will learn that cleaning isn't scary. Once cleaning up a little bit every day becomes part of your routine, you'll rarely get to a point where marathon cleaning is necessary. This technique has served me well, and it transformed the way I thought about cleaning or even approaching big scary tasks in general. Over time through practicing 20/10s, I was able to get into the habit of putting things away or tidying as soon as I see clutter forming. Between that and having purged my items casually while moving a couple of times, I have landed in a cute apartment surrounded by mostly cute objects that I love. Almost everything I own has a home, a spot where it lives in my house, and most things are reasonably organized.
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