Mass mess
I did six house inspections yesterday. The smallest was a shabby little 40-square-meter cabin from the 70’s. The biggest was a fancy 245-square-meter villa built this year.
All the clients had one thing in common. They all excused themselves for the mess.
Not because of some strange cosmic joke that made every house I visited yesterday messy. And not because it’s a Swedish thing to apologize for the mess, no matter how clean your home is.
Nope.
It’s because everybody really does think their home is the worst. They imagine all the houses I visit to be neat and spotless, and theirs is terrible in comparison.
But it’s not. It’s pretty much the same everywhere, no matter what area I’m working in or who happens to live there.
We people are more alike than we think.
So the next time you feel like your life is a mess compared to others, trust me when I say your neighbor’s the same.
You’re doing fine. Don’t worry.