My aunt and uncle were hoarders. I never used to think of them that way but now that I think back on it they were. I used to think they just had a very messy house.
They had a path from the front door through to the back door and every surface (including the floor) was stacked with stuff. They must have kept stuff from the 1st day they moved in. I wonder if there were old bottles of prenatal vitamins in that stuff too. There were stacks of papers, newspapers, etc.
They had a decent sized house but all the clutter made it feel tiny. Their living room was basically cut in half by all the clutter. I remember seeing a piano and there was room behind it but that space was filled with stuff. There was stuff in front of the piano too so you couldn’t even get to it to play it. Their dining room table was piled with stuff except for spaces for them to sit and eat dinner.
They are both long gone now and I would have hated to see just how long it took to clean that house out to sell it. They must have had to use several large dumpsters to put all the clutter in. I think seeing that house that way made me hate having stuff piled up around my house. When we pack to move all the boxes sitting around waiting to be moved drive me crazy.
