In our last place, coming home was a streamlined process. Keys, shoes, mail, coats, bags, dog supplies — everything had its place. But in our new home, we've been using the entryway as the catch-all for items that need to be given a proper place. Things wait by the basement door to be ferried down, and things wait by the stairs to be ferried up. Coats rest on chairs, and there's a perpetual chorus of "Where's my wallet?" Well, my friends, no more.