Smooth as clutter

As I've gone through boxes of my wife and I's things after moving back to our hometown, I've discovered one thing: we were not organized. No two notebooks came from the same box. Loose photos and albums are stored in half a dozen places at least. And don't get me started on art supplies and books (spoiler alert: they're everywhere). If we ever had children, we were gonna name our son 'Chaos,' no joke.

So naturally, I haven't taken any steps toward organization. I generally kinda know sorta where stuff probably might be. That's good enough, right? To be honest, the task of organizing is just too much right now. It was painful enough to rummage through the boxes in the first place. Apart from a few things I decided I was willing to throw away (photos of my ex-mother- and father-in-law for example), I just threw everything back into boxes from whence they came after a brief look through.

Now, I know what you're thinking, how can I say that we were both disorganized, when I packed all the boxes? Because she would admit to being disorganized, too. I can say that about her, I lived with her for like 8 years. She was more organized than I was, though. But sometimes she organized my stuff without telling me, you know how marriage is. One day I'll organize everything and put all the old ticket stubs together and the greeting cards will all be in one place and from the afterlife, my wife will chuckle as it all slowly drifts into disorganization again, my/our natural state. Entropy is real. She would be proud. Or at least amused.