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Chris, tis true, your house is a mess. And I wouldn't want to live there.
That said - my flat before I left was far (x infinite) worse.
In my defence, I was at the lowest point I have ever been in my life. I hope never to touch it again. But it was a health hazard, and I was living there. It took Dani and I days just to clear the rubbish, with my friend Teri in charge of removing binbags in her VW camper.
As you have already identified it is a problem for you, all I can suggest is what Pie did. If this is a regular build-up, get a cleaner. Sacrifice other luxuries in order to do so. You never want to have cans with maggots in them in your kitchen, or have to hold your breath as you walk through it, or have to sleep on the sofa because the bedroom is full of rubbish.
I'm not saying you will get to that stage (at least not without mental illness) but a clean house is a beautiful thing. It's really taken the sting out of moving home I can tell you.
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