Hopefully you all aren't doing the math in your head of how long I've lived in my apartment and how long it has been since I owned a vacuum cleaner. My excuse is that my apartment has mostly wood floors and I have owned a Swiffer sweeper the entire time. And that I’m at work most of the time. Anyway, priorities have shifted. It took me so long to buy a vacuum because I had been daydreaming of all the other things that I would rather buy than a vacuum. Like shoes. Or books. Or stationery. Or candy. Almost anything else, other than a vacuum.
But sometimes, you have to buckle under societal pressure (and a little bit of your own desire) of keeping a clean house and cough up the money already. It doesn’t mean that you want the things that you dream about any less or that you’ve given up those sometimes-frivolous dreams for a vacuum. It means that you have examined your priorities and figured out where they lie. I guess that’s what being a grownup is all about.
Next time, I’m buying a robot that does the vacuuming for me. Not the Roomba kind. The I-Robot, will-serve-me-orange-juice-on-my-patio kind. Like I said before, I dream big.
*Sorry, I couldn’t resist