Picture this: You have just come home from school. You are ten. And you are starving! You have a coat and some shoes and a backpack that hasn’t been zipped up all the way and it is bursting with paperwork and colored pencils that somehow fell out of their box and you are peeling it all off in a mad dash for the cookie jar and your mother shouts at you, “Wait! Put those things where they belong first!”
Every house has a landing zone, whether it is on purpose or not. Sometimes your landing zone is the five square feet surrounding the door, with coats and shoes and flyers lounging about like a bunch of hippies. Other times your landing zones are the embodiment of June Cleaver in pearls and high heels, perfectly organized and arranged just so, and your children respect the landing zone, and backpacks are hung on hooks and shoes are stored correctly and important papers never get lost.
Generally we fall somewhere in between, is what I have noticed anyway.
After the jump, I’ve pulled some inspiring images to help us make sense of our own landing zones, whichever end of the spectrum they, uh, land on.
All images via Pinterest.