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I’m gearing up for my book tour, which is always a season of travel for me. (Side note: OH MY GOODNESS MY NEW BOOK COMES OUT IN LESS THAN A WEEK!).
Travel is many good things: fun, adventurous, new and an excuse to tote around my adorable carry-on. But it’s also some not fun things when you’re living a life that’s more disjointed than normal. There’s not a lot of routine to be had on the road.
It also means leaving my house for stretches of time. And I’m not alone when I say that I like to come home to a clean house. Especially after the celestial snow goddesses have wreaked havoc on my property for the last few months.
I like to come home to gleaming floors. And sparkling windows. And bright white grout. And Marie Kondo-worthy closet organization. The hard part is getting it all done!
All of this is to say that cleaning is on my mind.
(to judge whether this time of the year has the same effect on me, see my clean out post from last year.)