I don't mind it. Given that hindsight is 20/20, if I have to reset my phone and set it back up or get a replacement and do the same, I kind of like it. Because I get a chance at a do-over. To put everything where I really like it.
I want to master reset my house. I want to blink my eyes, like Jeannie, and make everything go poof! Then, I would vaccum, steam clean the nasty dog puke spots, wipe down the baseboards, and mentally reorganize. After that, I would blink things back into existence one-by-one, placing them just where they will work best. Items that are never used and simply collect dust will magically NOT reappear. Everything will have a home, and then I won't feel like we live in clutter ALL. THE. TIME.
Where does it all come from? All this STUFF we deem important. DVDs galore, my modest book collection, all the ... chatchkies (no idea how to spell this, no other word I can think of) that sit on
I know part of the issue is that we have people living with us, and so some of the things that should have a home are currently homeless. But really, when did we acquire all of this? Why did these things become important? Why do we attach importance to seemingly unimportant objects? This is what is lovingly known on Twitter as a "#firstworldproblem". I hate that term. But, it's true. I have woes that are most definitely more, well, woe-y. Have junk? Not really something to whine about.
Nevertheless...I am whining. Make it go away! Bring me order! Make me an organized person!