I am really struggling getting into a domestic routine in my new flat. The problem is; when I start cleaning I become hectically pedantic about the whole affair. Everything must be polished and shine. Dust freaks me out and corners I can’t reach freak me out. Being a household of one also poses some weird problems. Like laundry. It takes considerably longer to have enough clothes to shove in the machine and having laundry around just irritates me. Back in the winelands I would do a minimum of three loads a week! Then there is the matter of ironing. I have no idea how to iron – once I even googled it. Now I am faced with the dilemma of only ever needing to iron one thing like every two weeks – needless to say the pile is growing, no point in taking out all the ironing tools for one jacket!
So I am about 80% happy with the state of my flat but I am 110% happy with my flat and so far living alone hasn’t really brought me much loneliness – I only have to step outside to suddenly feel like I am part of a bigger picture.
I am sad today about the need for a jacket – this weekend I have to go clothes shopping! I need new boots, I need new jeans and a I need a new coat – preferably red. Only then, maybe will I accept the end of summer with some grace.