Reflections after (nearly) a month
After a month of living on my own again, not driving home every weekend, several things become obvious:
- Dishes don’t do themselves. Sure, the cupboard and silverware tray last for a few days, but then you run out, and you default to a secondary, more relaxed mode of living, wherein making coffee requires you to wash a spoon. And maybe your coffee cup, if the dried coffee scum doesn’t rinse off after two tries.
- Laundry doesn’t do itself. You have to actually take it somewhere that has a functioning washing machine and split it up into groups.
- Food must be hunted down and purchased at any one of the five nearby grocery stores. And prices must be compared, if you want to financially survive longer than three weeks or so.
- Gas must be bought (although I knew this before), but in this brave new world it must be bought before the fuel gauge drops below the half tank notch. This is so that your fiancée will consent to ride in your car with you, to, say, Greenville to pick up a copy of the latest and greatest operating system in the world. It might be pointed out that when your gas gauge is malfunctioning, your fiancée tends to be more jumpy about your lack of fuel than she would otherwise be.
- The mailbox must be checked. Sometimes I forget for a whole week, and miss important things. What can I say, though? Almost all my bills are emailed to me. I just don’t think about it.
I actually did know all this stuff already. It’s just started to to stare me in the face harder than it did before.
Also, I have thought about putting a panoramic photo up of the inside of this place. But then, of course, I’d have to first take such a panoramic photo, and my living space is not quite neat enough at the moment to immortalize in that fashion. Maybe someday soon, though.
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