|Not THIS much, but it begins to feel that way as I survey the inadequate storage options. :)|
But the new, larger space is now freshly painted, and I'm enjoying it already. My lovely bride will have to assist me in hanging/arranging the artwork that I have accumulated.
I can put things up, but have to arrange them by trial and error. I know when things are arranged correctly or not, but I'd rather not turn the walls into Swiss cheese while slowly moving things where they should be.
My wife, fortunately, can eyeball a room and decide within minutes where things should go. And they'll be right, and the arrangement will be pleasing.
So I'll occupy myself with trying to force too many items into too few places, and slowly decide what to pitch out. Sometimes, the pitching out is more fun than the arranging.
Which reminds me of a song, which sort of applies to this situation. My younger daughter says that everything does; I remind her that I know a lot more songs than she does, merely by virtue of hanging around the planet longer than she has. :)