I have friends in Rochester who, for 30 years or so, have lived in chaos. They buy old homes that need fix-up, do most of the work themselves, and then sell at a profit and buy another wreck of a place with good bones. In the meantime, they live with wall board stacked against wooden joists and hanging wires and floors pulled up and the like.
I could never, ever live that way. I can tolerate deconstruction of my living space only because I know that in two weeks, all will come together again.
I’m glad I can tolerate chaos short term, though. One regrettable part of aging is the loss of a certain amount of resilience. Change and disarray become harder. I’m glad I’m not there yet.