When she got home from work,the first thing she did was head straight to the closet in her old room.That was how she thought of it,her“old room,”because she slept with Bethany now and the spare bedroom that had once been hers was used only for storage.The bed was stripped bare,the mattress littered with boxes and bags of clothes that hadn’t quite managed to be put away yet.The Christmas tree was stored in the room—still assembled,fully decorated,all they had to do each year was lug it out into the living area and ta-da!Instant holiday cheer.The walls were lined with bookcases and boxes full of crap they couldn’t put anywhere else.The closet overflowed with out of season clothes and things they really should go through and get rid of,but who had the time?