The most unhappy people I have known lived in homes that were hard to be in. I don't think the mess caused the unhappiness per se. I think they were the same thing, the same system, not coping, expressing itself in every available medium.
praying for the type of wealth where i can treat my friends and family as often as i want, the type where i can adorn my house with flowers and not consider it a waste, where i can buy my favourite ingredients without a second thought