On Laundry and Growing Up
At the beginning of yet another week of university work, reading week this time; amidst the issues of serious concern that I study; despite the increasing air of self-responsability that befits the approaching bachelor’s degree (tongue in cheek, just so you know), I cannot help but ponder on the simple and little things in life, yet of no little importance either.
Like this morning. As usual, doing laundry is a process that somehow manages to dominate all of my morning, inevitably. But lately there’s evidence of difference. When I come home and unpack my clothes and put them away, I bundle my socks into pairs. How many have gone missing over the past six years after this regular routine? How many days of studentness have I walked around in dissimilar pairs? Things however seem to be changing. Lately, the machine always neatly returns the same number of socks that I put in.
And so, in yet another insignificant little way, I realise I’m growing up, bit by bit. And ready to take away a BA.