Someday, I’ll have a neater house. With less clutter. And certainly without grimy oak coffee tables, and fingerprints on the microwave, and hand/dirt/smudgemarks on all the walls 4’ and down, and disgusting bathroom … (ewww, let’s not go there) … Someday. Someday in the not too distant future; probably within a decade. And I’m probably going to get all sentimental and miss these things.
Oh, who am I kidding? I’m not gonna miss the sticky fingerprints or the dirty walls or the bathroom disgustingness. But this cluttered coffee table with life happening all over it? I’m gonna miss it.