Every time I opened the pantry door, a little wave of anxiety hit me. The shelves seemed almost confrontational in their disarray.
Boxes stacked awkwardly, spices tumbling out of baskets, and canned goods teetering on the edge.
I’d shuffle things around, make a little more sense of it.
But days later, it was always back to chaos.
I thought I …
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