How you organize your room?

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I'm a messy person. I always have been. As a child, my Mom wasn't strict in regard to room cleaning. Sometimes my bedroom was so messy there'd be a mixture of clothes, books, toys, etc a foot deep. I still knew where everything in the room was, for the most part. I just had to dig for it.

My workspace is usually cluttered too. I admit I think the messiness contributes to a deficiency in executive functioning and efficiency. Occasionally I'll clean my office bare and I do find I can think and prioritize better.

Comparing my own room with others I have seen, I notice that I'm rather minimalistic. I don't like knick-knacks, magazines and a miriad of other objects cluttering my space or kicking around ready to be stumbled upon. I never had pictures hanging on my wall, but maybe one day. I try to have only the minimal necessary furniture. I'm clumsy and prone to accidents, so I try not to have too many things in my way.

I'm not the most organized person there is, but I'm not the kind of person who eats a chocolate bar and drops the empty package randomly somewhere. As a general rule, I wash the dishes and clean up the surroundings immediately after consumption. If an accident happens, like when glass breaks, I'll sweep the place immediately. My shelves and closets aren't organized. Whenever I realise that things are accumulating over surfaces, I'll take all the objects and throw them inside a closet away from the eyes of everyone and presto! The place is tidy!

So, I think my room is rather average. It's bland, lifeless, somewhat messy but overall, clean and liveable.

Yes, when I had my own room, this is what it was like. A place for everything & everything in it’s place. The rest of my apartment could be a disaster though.

My room is an eyesore for neat people, but it's kinda organized, too. Some of my stuff are well organized, carefully sorted and counted, some are just tossed in a pile and become visual background noise. Usually the stuff I use more are neat and organized, like socks and underwear, clothes, shoes, makeup, or important stuff. Stuff I use once and never touch again like greeting cards (for me), bank policies, receipts are heaped here and there. My eyes just don't see them any more. My closet and drawers are very neat. All the junks are piled outside them. My walls are only decorated with handmade things. Never owned a poster.

I love the pictures of tiny houses with big windows on both sides, but I know that if I lived there, I'd wind up with storage covering much of the glass.
I have been converting some of my nostalgic treasures like t-shirts into JPEGS for easy storage and quite adequate retrieval. The next time I move, I'll probably get rid of most of my boxes of books and paper, although they are occasionally still useful.
The bulk of my possessions are scraps of various materials, and a large tool collection. I don't have so many pieces of wood that I don't need a saw, but I can complete most projects using over 90% recycled or repaired stuff. Given the cost of workshop space, this may come out more expensive than buying, except that what I want may not be sold, it may not be made sustainably, or it may just rob me of the pleasure and learning from doing it myself.

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I have my bed near my window because I don't have to wake up to open or close it. I also have my computer and record player in my room to.

My den is a mess. Every once in a while I get tired of the clutter and tidy things up, putting stuff away. But then I need something, it takes a while to find it again. Then the cycle continues, and stuff is all over. Until I get tired of it...

It's been a while since I tidied that place up.

Neatest place is the bedroom. Only a bed, dryer rack night table and chair. Oh and piles of dirty clothes. If I used a hamper, I'd quickly lose track of everything. Where it go? Eventually I'd remember the hamper. I think. That's why I can't use a hamper! I need to see things. Hidden things mean lost things to me.

My room is always well organized as well.

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Good question... I'd say that my apartment is rather organized, but I'm not sure how I've manage to keep it so... maybe it's just the fact that everything pretty much has it's own place and once I don't use it, I put it back. Saves time since I don't need to search for stuff, remembering where it is is enough. The problem comes when I need something that I rarely use and can't remember where the place for it is.

Then again, my closets and such are very messy, but I blame that on the lack of storage space. When I need to fit something somewhere and can't do it fast and have no time, I just push it wherever there's room (especially with clothes.) When I do this enough times, there's a mess. I could keep everything better organized with more room I'm sure.

I have an appartment, and had student rooms of my own before.

I keep them organized, but full of little souvenirs, second hand gadgets. I hang out with students a lot still, and when they see my 'grownup' home, they usually find it very tidy and roomy. I think it is; it is roomy enough to have a lot of mess, but stow it away in cupboards, drawers and so. I have a lot of craft supplies, but they're all behind doors. I've thought about cleaning it out, because I know of supplies I haven't used in 10 years now - but at least once a year I find myself in a panic moment where I need to craft a gift or prop for a stage act, and those leftover supplies are so handy! ...that I never clear it out, I just compact it more.

To other adults like me, my house is neat, tidy, but - a complete fairground of attractions. I have a wall full of postcards, and almost weekly add another card to it; I have little tech gadgets and stage props, as said, and nice plants in the windowsills. The thing is: I've grown to overlook it all (sometimes so much that I forget to water my plants). As long as everything is in the same place each day, I ignore it. I can sit in my living room feeling perfectly at ease, while my (ND) neighbour once came here, and felt completely overwhelmed in thirty minutes. He has the same appartment, and yes, it is quite empty in comparison to this place . It feels cold to me, however, I can stay at his house for hours, because there is nothing to distract me. Vice versa, he cannot.

I keep my house tidy and 'Instagram-worthy' only because... I once told myself that 'I'm a grownup now, so I should do as they do'. That means: have a tidy home ready for any visitor at any given moment. Only excuse is when I'm ill in bed. My parents visit me once a year, and lately I realized I only have a two-seater couch because I decided, there should be a place for them to sit on. The couch is nice, but if my parents wouldn't visit, I wouldn't have had the need for a couch. I have a few comfy chairs. I have a dining table because... well, at any point, if people look at me to host a dinner, I must be ready. So - my living room is basically a nicely ordered bunch of furniture that I have, because I know situations I can end up in, in which they are needed. Besides, the living room would be quite empty without all those things. But I hardly ever sit on my couch, or eat at the dinner table. It's odd ... I have furniture because normal people expect me to.

One thing I deliberately chose for, was to put my computer desk in the middle of the room (okay, not in the way of the seating for guests). It is an odd place, but my living room is big enough (my neighbour actually liked the idea and put his in exactly the same spot!). I have a spare room, so I could have a 'work room' or little office, with my computer. But then I wouldn't enjoy my living room so much! It's the best part of the house! So that was the only piece of furniture I didn't put in the place where normal people would expect it.

I had this! But I went to Ikea and bought large shoeboxes for cheap. Now each shelf in my closet has three boxes, labeled (oh there I go)... pants, shirts, longsleeves, tops. You fold it a bit, and throw it in. Pants without a box would become unstable piles and tip over; with a box, I just pull out the box, fumble for the right fabric, and put the box back. Tops and shirts the same. I can heartly recommend it!

I haven't found a decent solution for my drawer of socks and pantyhoses though... ziplocks tend to rip, I tried. Smaller boxes are expensive. I used toilet rolls for socks, but it became too hard to figure out which of my 20 'black panties' was the one I was looking for. Ideas, anyone?

But the boxes would just eat up space... I used to have an arrangement that t-shirts go to this part of the closet, pants here, long sleeved shirts there etc. but after buying new ones they don't always fit in the place where they should be, not to mention it's troublesome to put everything back in neatly when you've searched for something from the very back of the closet.

Plastic boxes are often made with a lot of taper and wide flanges, which do waste a lot of space. For my car, where space is really tight, I made a set of drawers with no unusable volume. I don't use dividers, but I arrange each deep drawer with the frequently used items at the front, and the rarely-needed at the back. Sometimes I'll use a container for two or three different types of small objects, if they are still easy to sort and only needed in singles.

My "room" is a 79 square meter apartment.

I organize it by putting computers and tech stuff in one room, outdoor gear and clothes + a guest bed in another room, then i have the rest of the open floor plan for whatever i want.

There i got a wall and a projector instead of a zombiemachine (TV) - that saves lots of space. Also got tables for my gaming setup, some space for VR, and a few shelves to store stuff and movies/games in. I have 2 chaise longues next to eachother that i sleep in, like a large bed, but i can pull it apart if i have a guest over so we can lay back and watch movies.

I live a practical life and don't use lots of furniture like others do. It's quite tidy at my place, but there are at least 2 piles with clothes.

I have a friend who was recently diagnosed with Atypical autism, at his place it looks like a bomb went off. I offered to come to his place and clean it, but he didn't want that... I'm thinking of breaking in and tidying it like Sheldon did

I think I know of a marriage that died when the wife moved a pile of her AS husband's papers. It threw his whole process into chaos, and she didn't forgive his reaction. She just thought he should have seen her need for space, while he was expecting a chance to do it himself, at least.