Lost
I remember the day that I had to pack, leave the beautiful apartment that I was renting and go…I started crying…
I was not crying because of my health problem…I was not crying because of the loss of my job and I was not crying because I was going back to my parents house feeling at the age of 30+ like a pubert again..
I was crying because of all the mess in closets, draws, cabinets that I had to pack…I was desperate…
All kind of litchen supplies from tupperware to fancy and expensive chinas, decoration items, pillows, different types of sheets, clothes, shoes, handbags…
Chaos
20 handbags I counted that day…handbags that I almost forgot their existence in my closet…a complete chaos..
No idea where to start and where to finish..