I'm Proudly Messy...

Ever since I retired five years ago... my house has turned into an actual living museum of a hoarder's paradise. Papers are everywhere, stacks threaten to topple over in the kitchen, and every room feels like it’s competing for the title of most stuff crammed in it. Don’t get me wrong, everything has its place... somewhere deep down under all this clutter. So here’s my question: is it normal that my peace of mind comes from knowing I could dig through these piles at any moment? Or am I just the proud owner of a very organized mess...?