My story: The Weight of Our Objects

My story today is about too much stuff.My story today is about the longstanding battle that goes on in so many homes.

Every day, men and woman battled for home territory with their personal knickknacks. In The Weight of Our Objects, Christina thinks of the house as “hers,” except for the contents of Edgar’s rooms — those are definitely “his.”

She gave him his room and kept out of it, decorating the rest of their home in mottled greens and soft blues. She kept out of his den, respecting his privacy – never entering to clean or nag about chores or pry. Never asking him about why he locked the door.

Do you have a room of your own in your house? Tell me about it in the comments.

That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

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