I recently visited my parents in Phoenix to celebrate my dad’s birthday. He just turned 95. My mom is 88. So, as you can imagine, things are moving at a slightly different pace. We spent a few days having nice meals, visiting with their friends, and helping them get a little more organized. My sister and I were only there for four days, but we decided this would also double as a light decluttering initiative. That part did not go as planned. My parents moved into a retirement community about six years ago. They have a one-bedroom, one and a half bath apartment. It is actually perfect. Just enough space, easy to manage, everything they need. Except. As the years go on, the stuff continues to grow. More holiday décor. More books. More things. And now, a surprising amount of front door décor. Every resident takes their front door very seriously. It is how they show their personality. How they welcome friends. How they say, “This is me.” Without it, the hall would feel like a hall. With it...
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