At the age of twenty, I purchased a throw rug. That purchase devastated me. To this day, I recall begrudgingly flopping
the rug and some cash on the cashier’s counter at the store where I bought the rug.
Spending my own money on a rug I needed at my shared bachelor pad
bothered me. I could appreciate buying a
concert ticket, or beer, or maybe something for my car. Not a rug.
A while after I purchased the throw rug, I needed to buy a
shovel. The shovel added a new
(unappreciated) dimension to the use of money I worked actual hours of time to
earn.
A shovel. Did I want to
spend more money to buy a good one?
No.
Up until that stage of my life, items of utility, including rugs
and shovels, were provided by either my parents or grandparents. I took them for granted.
The shovel marked a kind of point of no return. I soon found myself purchasing my own
furnishings, cooking utensils, bedding, and—of all things—spices for cooking.
So, now here we are.
I am sitting inside an entire house I purchased and constructed. I recently purchased two new throw rugs for
my house and a very good shovel for my cabin.
I presently have on my kitchen counter a list of items I need to
purchase on my next trip to town. “Rosemary”
is atop that list. Not the girl. The spice.
I might add: spices are expensive.
Weirdly enough, I really want to buy rosemary.
—Mitchell Hegman
I'm in the process of a move and I found that 1. I really, REALLY hate moving. Also 2. I found out that there are a lot of things that I have had for way too long that will need to be replaced. Many of those things I too bought grudgingly but now look forward to upgrading. Kitchen utensils, fresh spices, new throw rugs. Adulthood is fricking weird as hell.
ReplyDeleteAdulthood is indeed weird. I recently had to purchase an entire set of pots and pans. I discovered--in shopping for them--I had no idea where to begin. Oddly, I was excited when I eventually found a set I liked.
ReplyDeleteNon-stick stuff, of course.
"They" have entire classes devoted to this enterprise. It has a name to go with it. It is called 'Adulting'.
ReplyDeleteAll those things your parents did not teach you, because ? Some of us, on the other hand had to learn all those things or face dire consequences (going hungry, looking at a belt, or worse).
I'm not sure which worse, the ignorance requiring an adulting class or having to learn all that stuff by the time you are a teenager. A shock at either age.