This is my last diary entry. Our visits dropped from once every two weeks to once a month and then even more rarely. Sometimes she rings me up when a ‘pile’ starts looking suspect.
From the very beginning, we always did what Stella wanted to do. It is her house filled with her things.
Is her house ‘finished’? No, of course not. No one’s house ever is. Our lives change. The things we like change. Post keeps arriving. Bills have to be paid. That is the process.
I don’t promise that staying decluttered won’t sometimes be boring, but it doesn’t have to be unpleasant or scary no matter how it looks when you first begin.