Every Thursday morning, I wake up to the sound of the small army of hispanic ladies that my mother has hired to clean the house. These women come in like a buzzing swarm of spanish speaking worker bees, fly around the house chirping to each other for about an hour and leave a sparkly space behind. It seems miraculous. But oh... the feelings of guilt... I'm laying in my giant king-size bed with crispy egyptian cotton sheets, still fast asleep when they arrive at 9am. They're just beginning a day of intense labor and I'm the lazy piece of shit who gets to sleep until 9 (or 10), have tea, read blogs, write some stuff, and knit all day. I can't help but wonder what they must think when they see me come downstairs every Thursday morning for a cup of tea. Maybe that I'm a student living at home? Or maybe that I have a husband who's off heroically fighting the war and I'm left here all alone? It's more likely that they think I'm just an over-privileged twenty-something feeding off her parents. Gross.
Ladies!! I'm soul-searching! I'm finding my passion and finding myself! ... oh well. In 5 weeks, I'll be on my way to a new life and a making my way down a new path. My own path.
My own freezing cold, making my own happiness, following my dreams path.
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