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Life After Hoarding

I'm starting a new blog. I don't know why. It's not as if I don't have a bunch of abandoned  accounts and unfinished projects scattered across a multitude of sites. But I have a story to tell and in the vastness of the internet, I have a place to tell it.

I'm a college graduate living in a cute, yellow house with my boyfriend and our two dogs. I keep a pretty clean house, but it is still -- according to all the people who have visted -- "homey". 

This is going to be a blog about that blurry line between "homey" and "hoardy" that I'm so scared to cross. This is a blog about the home I haven't lived in in five years. The home that's going on the market in two months and how I will have to return to go through my own room. This is going to be a blog about learning how to clean a home for the first time at 23. This will be a blog about the stupid things my brother and I did to keep from drowning in our own home. This blog will be about mental health, organizing, cleaning, and confronting the parts of myself that scare me.

I've escaped where I used to live and I've spent a long time pretending it didn't exist, but I've come to realize that to truly move on I must face my past and learn from it. And so this is my tale of my life after hoarding.

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