I should be sorting things for the yard sale, but honestly, I don’t even know where to start. This is how my house looks.
(Some of that is ours, not for sale, but Wayne’s motorcycle usually fits in there just fine.
I’m truly thankful for everything that has been donated. But every time I think about starting to sort, I get overwhelmed and just stand there and stare. And then I walk away, dreaming of the day (soon) when my living room will look like this again.