I lived through all my kids' early years in a house that was pretty much knee-deep in STUFF. I know how easy it is for belongings to accumulate; the only reason you can see my floor is that I've had to move five times in the last six years. So this now is a little cluttery... (especially around my sewing area)... but I totally identify with and am constantly battling the tide of clutter. And I will not ever think poorly of someone who has feathered their nest with books, music, and things that bring them joy. I only really start feeling uncomfortable when there's stuff like rotting food or scary dishes piled up...