I never thought that approaching 40 I would still be a single man living alone. Don’t misunderstand me for one minute, I am not bemoaning the situation it is simply not what I expected. The combination of living alone and working away means that I would not make an easy partner in domestic bliss though. These were my thoughts as I draped wet laundry around my flat, it will be dry by the time I return.
My life,you see, is a series of very short episodes rather than a long running scene. I have work episodes followed by domestic and they are both distinct and individual. So when I return home on Friday my first task is to decamp from a week away and then Sunday I am packing for the next week. My bag is never put away, its either packed or awaiting some article of clothing. I always maintain dual supplies of toiletries (home and work) and have to maintain a stock in the cupboard in case I discover, late on a Sunday, that one supply is too low.
In normal logic if your travelling deodorant was running low you would simply take the domestic one wouldn’t you? I couldn’t, I would be uncomfortable all week so instead I end up with 2 or more ‘low’ cans at home, one in the bag and a minimum one in stock. It is the same with everything, I have to maintain domestic stocks in case Sunday reveals an error or omission. My weekend laundry completes on Sunday and dries during the week, my weekday laundry has to be the first task completed on Friday to allow it to dry by Sunday, that is the natural order.
The bag that I pack on Sunday night contains my life for at least a week. It will be one of two bags because if a flight is involved I have a pre ordered flying bag. All miniature toiletries and minimised to meet the airport stazi. But again the flying bag must stay primed, if you were to ‘borrow’ a toothpaste in the week it could cause havoc on Sunday.
All of my domestic chores are organised around the rhythm that is my life as well. So I empty the trash, disinfect the toilet and the like on the way out of the door. I am not sure I could leave the untidiness of another person as I went to work, just wouldn’t feel right. Some people have told me that this is compulsive behaviour but I disagree, it may appear that way but its not. What I have is a carefully ordered domestic arrangement that enables me to travel with ease. I never worry about leaving the lights on or a tap running, never worry that I don’t have something I need. It has not been uncommon for me to get a last minute change on Saturday so that rather than heading to London I am heading to Japan. For me that’s as simple as a bag change, and a different direction.
It is my life and its what I do but I guess it would make an interesting personal ad. If anyone knows a nice live out lover though send them over.