Sometimes I get a little annoyed at having to navigate around a pile of books or a bag of computer bits, or dig through a pile of detritus to find a power cord, or spend an hour trying to find a book in all the bookcases. It can be irritating. Why can't my place be nice and clean?

The girl's friends, though, love to come visit us. They say it's homey. Even when they lived with us and their friends lived in huge houses (like "yeah, they have a theater in their house. No, a real theater"), they preferred to stay with us. Our place felt like a home, they said. Their places felt like museums.

And Michele has a good point on the subject, too. We might have gobs and gobs of stuff, but you'll never go bored in our place. Books, movies, games of the silicon and of the cardstock type, books, music, cameras, books, art supplies, and a few books. If you were bored, you're obviously a boring person.

Which makes me feel guilty whenever I say, "I'm bored".