Coming out of the closet
The Omega family lives in a log home that was originally created as a vacation home. The problem with vacation homes is that–well–they’re for vacationing.
So the vacationers don’t give a hoot in hell about such practicalities as well-designed kitchens, bathrooms bigger than a breadbox, or closet space. Hey. All you do when you go to the vacation home is you lug in a suitcase and unpack it into the sparse closets, you prepare a few meals on the grill and wash dishes and don’t worry about the lost space in the kitchen, you shower and brush your teeth in the postage-stamp sized bathrooms.
I am now a closet closetaholic.
I yearn for closet space.
I lust for closet space.
I might even, if really pushed hard, kill for closet space.
Late at night when I suffer from insomnia, I redesign the house (cheaply) so that there is closet space.
Maybe there’s a Closet Space Anonymous for folks like me?
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