How does one clean house without losing pieces and parts of ones life? When moving, distance can be irrelevant. The miles being traveled are sometimes nothing compared to the emotions and nostalgia that creeps out when boxes are opened and closed. Moving is mental and emotional exercise-- with the attic void of household goods, our blessings are before us in each room. right now our house is a fire hazard- a hoarder's dream. mark sustained our first injury as he bashed his knee on a tv while whisking through the living room in the dark. this is quite the life lesson-- in a world where our culture of consumerism has fallen on families like smog in philadelphia, mark and i are fighting back in our quest to find simplicity--
