I’m reminded of the following story retold by Joan Chittister.
The Hasidim tell the story of the visitor who went to see a very famous rabbi and was shocked at the sparsity, the bareness, the emptiness of his little one-room house. “Why don’t you have any furniture?” the visitor asked. “Why don’t you?” the rabbi said. “Well, because I’m only passing through,” the visitor said. “Well, so am I,” the rabbi answered.
I want the room to look like we’re just passing through.