Never finding an unwrung sponge in the sink.
Never wondering if the animals have been given access to something they shouldn't have.
Knowing where all my belongings are.
The pickle shelf in the fridge being used solely for pickles.
Having a Guest Nest.
Redecorating the room that will become the Guest Nest.
Having all my books in one place.
Having a dining set in my dining room, instead of bedroom and office furniture.
Having a sewing area that isn't on the bedroom furniture in the dining room.
Putting rats in the office again, and being able to rig up Ratopia so they can run around and play and hopefully stop trying to chew their cage to bits.
Being able to access my blanket chest so I don't have to have the down comforter on the bed year-round.
Walking around the house in various states of undress if I feel like it.
Hanging up all the framed antique Japanese art that is currently languishing in the coat closet.
Knowing that if something is left out, or left unwashed in the sink, or is sitting in the dryer, that I AM THE CULPRIT.
Hanging my dartboard cabinet where the rat cage has lived for over a year.
Sleeping with my bedroom door open so that the dog can go in and out without having to pester me awake.
Hosting Ladies Night again, since the house will be clean and non-humiliating.
Getting the house tented for termites.
Redoing the yard after getting the house tented for termites.
Taking out the ficus tree that is lifting the patio concrete and that shits leaves everywhere.
Maybe taking out the carob tree that also shits leaves everywhere, and replacing it with something that produces food.
Painting my scavenged patio furniture so that it looks like it belongs together.
Finishing my floor and being done with carpet FOREVER.
Being somewhat in control of the smell in my house (the cat does have some say in this, but as long as his blood sugar is under control, he's usually pretty good), instead of constantly smelling Slovenly Man Stank.
Not having to explain "No, he's just the dude who lives here. No, we're not involved. No, he's not my ex. No, I'm not being coy."
Not feeling like a sucker.