By Brianna Walker
For the Enterprise
It’s time for spring cleaning. And with each cupboard and shelf that is cleaned out, I am both pleased and puzzled. Pleased because it always feels good to minimize, puzzled because I never am quite sure how all the junk got there in the first place. Those two feelings followed me throughout the house.
In the living room there were books I’ve never seen, written by authors I don’t read; magazines I don’t subscribe to, nor have ever bought; and a few ugly knickknacks I don’t remember collecting. In the bedroom I found a box in the back of the closet filled with unmated socks. Why did I keep them? I have no idea. Why they ended up in a box in my closet? Just as good a question, with just as bad an . . .