I sometimes think that the coming and the going at my house would be so much easier if only I had a decent space* in which to do so. A large, storage-galore space. I imagine myself gliding in and out with ease. Marveling at how organized everything is. (Basically, it's the EXACT opposite of my current sad, little crowded routine - trip over the dog, while putting on shoes, without dropping purse, while digging for keys, and convincing kiddos to sit still.) A place a little like this... (Image via That Kind of Woman)
*My current entry? in case you're wondering, is a teeny little 5x5 square with zero wall or floor space for any kind of storage whatsoever. My current mudroom? Ha! not a mudroom in sight.