You had to repair the work of the movers? That sounds as though that should be their task. Then again, I would not be hasty to trust them to fix it, seeing as they broke it in the first place.
oh, the movers are awful. Since there was 'no proof' they broke it, and because the ones who packed it wrote down that it was in 'bad shape' (in regards to the torn seams on a few cushions) they wouldn't repair it. It wasn't a hard fix. A support beam popped off and send springs flying. I just had to nail the sucker down and reset the springs.
My experiences have been similar, albeit I own little myself and do much of the work on my own accord. I am not one for "things"... being few in their number has been more a boon.
I tend to collect trinkets, but things that hold value to me; everything from rings to feline elements. There is a skull of a member of Smilodon fatalis not sitting any further than arm's length from myself as we speak, hah.
Most of my items are stuffed animals (lots of Totoros and Elephants) and travel souvenirs, books, games, movies, and blankets. and art stuff. thats everywhere. its like a craft store sneezed.
I cannot stand clutter in my case - everything I own has a dedicated place. It drives me to madness if it is not where it should be or does not have some reasonable order. It isn't compulsive per say, but it degrades my morale without doubt.
I'm somewhere in between. Everything has a place. Even when I do dishes, everything goes somewhere and is separated. But there are certain items that move around. ie; my nintendo, the book im currently reading, my role play notebook, and the phone.
messes are usually dog toys, clothes, and rubbish from being out.
I tend to organize things that do not even require organization, such as the places of others' work if it is not up to standard. There's something that drives me to incremental fury when things are wholly disorganized. Unless there's some sort of train of thought in it, but that's rare when dealing with most people, hah.