malkav11

You know, it's amazing to me just how many facets of the world my 17-year-old self was blithely oblivious to. I mean, I thought about things like food and towels and bedding and furniture and places to live, but only in passing, as things that, for the most part, were simply there and not my concern. I was occasionally asked to take an interest - do laundry, help shop for groceries, offer opinions on houses or apartments or whatever when we were looking for a new residence - but even then it just wasn't really part of my world.

I certainly would never have envisioned being happy to have purchased new towels or stocking my cupboards with new foodstuffs for some tentative forays into this "cooking" business. My money went (and still largely goes) to books and videogames, and, now and then, gadgets. Nothing else except perhaps junk food really registered particularly. And yet, here I am. I have big, fluffy new towels, and I am prepared to love them. I have warm, comfortable new slippers that haven't been beaten all to hell by over a decade of irregular use and abuse. I have an antistatic throw, because, at least for now, I am actually sometimes cold enough at home to need one (I think the previous renters tended to run the thermostat higher). I have new shoes. I have a new pillow. Life is good.

(And I am flabbergasted that I have them already. I ordered them on Sunday, Monday was a holiday, and they said 1-2 days processing, 4-7 days shipping.)