I have finally found the much desired hub of a cute cafe amidst the crowded, stuffy, concrete jungle of Korea.
My 27 year old friend
I am a mere girl of 22, and hereby have some declarations to make with regard to my current state of living.
My mornings before work typically entail my hands coming into contact with not just a few dust balls and moulted strands of hair as they fish under the bed viscously attempting to find the much needed absent second half to a pair of socks. More often than not, I also end up sifting my way through a forest of used unwashed tea cups and cereal bowls that have either a desiccated week old bag of earl grey or stale corn flakes lurking in the bottom, as I try to lay my hands on the all important hair ties and bobby pins that will keep my mane at bay for the proceeding hours of the day. The aforementioned items always seem to end up as scattered and difficult to see with the naked eye as Voldemort’s horcruxes. It is also worth mentioning that my shampoo and conditioner are multi-purpose. They are also used as body wash and hand wash. Admittedly they have also been used on certain occasions as cleaning agents.
Furthermore, most weekends I go on a trip, and when I return the contents of my pack are simply sprawled across the floor of my apartment until about Wednesday when the small grown up voice I have inside me eventually overtakes my inner child. And more importantly it is almost time to start packing for the next trip. I am not anywhere near a normal functioning adult.
Given the above information, you will not be surprised to hear that for me, stepping into the apartment of my 27 year old friend is like taking a journey to a bizarre alien parallel universe. This world is full of competent grown ups. It is a place of wonder for people like me. Each sock is in a blissful marriage, only separated by luxurious foam bubbles on a washing day that was probably planned days in advance. I am proud to say my 27 year old friend is part of this parallel world. The grown ups that live there get shit done. They are competent seven days a week.
In her bathroom, there are several hair ties that dangle uniformly from a small metal hook that is present only to serve the aforementioned purpose. She has multiple packets of facial cleansing wipes stacked neatly, one on top of the other. She also has multiple razors, preserved in their original packaging and standing back to back inside the vanity unit. Needles to say, she has shampoo and conditioner that are not multi purpose. Also present in her bathroom is body wash AND hand wash. She also has a special bucket tucked away in a subtle and dignified manner behind the toilet and is filled with a beautifully diverse array of cleaning products. No diseases to be caught in that bathroom.
In the kitchen, a key grown up attribute is displayed admirably in various forms. The art of thinking ahead. This is also displayed in the bathroom, but the evidence of it being present truly gain their momentum in the sacred place of food preparation. Her upper cupboard are a sight to envy, stacked from top to bottom with boxes of crackers and muesli bars and large jars of peanut butter. The usual fundamentally adult explanations ensue; “Just incase anyone turns up” and “There was a two for one sale, value for money” or “It is cheaper to buy in bulk.”
This level of organisation and general life competence certainly extends beyond her apartment. She probably even “has pins in her fucking purse” (a quote from the woman herself).
Overall, I am glad to have the companionship of my 27 year old. And of course when we go on holiday to Malaysia and the Philippines it will not be necessary to bring sunscreen, insect repellant, anti inflammatory tablets or band aids. She would have bought them all in bulk. And probably will have them all right there in her fucking purse.