Un-familiar spaces

Have you noticed how your own space -- bedroom, kitchen, study, what have you -- looks completely different the day you have to clear the room for repairs?
It echoes, looks bigger, probably nicer, and you wonder how this is no longer you, just because all your mess and clutter (possessions, excuse me!) has disappeared. And you also get the benefit of new boxes of old stuff you did not know you have--not to mention that you decide also to throw stuff away, just because you have to (too much stuff, too much dust, too old), only to remember after garbage day that the phone number you threw away with a random handful or armful of old papers, old magazines, and "stuff", the number weirdly scribbled in your own hand writing on an unknown piece of paper was in fact that of a long lost friend who called you out of the blue after 20 years of silence and now.. it is gone again... (Maybe it was meant to remain confined to your past?)

In front of those now defamiliarized, if not totally unfamiliar, spaces, it all takes on a new dimension (Should it be spelled "demention," as it does not resemble anything familiar any more, and the destruction of your routine and familiar surroundings does drive you into dementia?), and maybe you should start anew, with clean and clear space. But you won't. Too much stuff piled up in the corners or in the next room waiting to go back where it was and to dip you right back into your old mess... Ah!.. Home!