My life is in boxes. Inside a big box. All of my stuff has been wrapped up, boxed up, taped up and crammed into a storage unit. It’s better than the alternative, though. I moved out of my rental house because of a mold issue that made me sick. Even though my life is in boxes, I’m doing okay. And, don’t worry, I’m not actually living in a box. My twin sister has let me make her home my home for the time being. But as a homebody who loves home decorating, home cooking and just hanging out at home, the boxed up lifestyle wasn’t easy at first. Feeling boxed in It’s no secret that I love home decorating. I’m not really sure what to do with myself when I’m not jumping from one DIY project to the next. I need to be painting something, gluing something or cutting something. My fingers are itching to rearrange furniture, revamp bookshelves and hang up art. I want to make messes. Try out crafts. And make pretty things. It’s a little bit harder since I don’t have a home of my own. Although, I’m sure my sister would say she has plenty of home...