I climbed ladder to vacuum the ceiling and walls. To scrap peeling paint. To shine the mirrors and polish the furniture. I emptied every drawer to sort through. Taking breaks sipping tea and catching breath and news in between. Among the delightful moment is the memorable one that I found the combination code for the lock I almost throw out.
The tradition of house cleaning every year before Spring Festival in China was a thing I grew up with. Pots pans must be polished, floor mopped, window washed, mirror shined, bedding aired------ It was a whole family's engagement. I now see the point. Life is a flow. Keep up with it is essential.
It does feel great. To see how much you have done. How far you have gone and what remain important still. I have empty drawers and shelve space now. I have empty room even. I see the wisdom of my cat: rubbing her scent at every corner. I am rubbing mine. And by doing so I am making the space mine---for now.