Monday, September 03, 2007

Getting All Domesticated

On Laboring Domestically

Where oh where has this blogger gone? Or where oh where could she have been?

Well, in addition to doing many a job-search related thing (more *exciting* news on that soon!), I was coordinating my move into my amazing new apartment in a woman-owned building with my awesome feminist roomie (okay, so the connection to feminism was a stretch there). Thanks to my fam, the physical moving went fairly smoothly and quickly. Although I do understand why by the end of the project that they had requested that: 1) I never move again, ever; 2)I reduce my number of worldly goods; 3)I stay away from assembly-required European-made furniture.

Currently, I am quite tuckered out and not quite settled. This is not my first foray into "grown up" living, but I am resenting how setting up house is not as much fun as playing house (oh, the gendered games we play as kids). Why do I only seem to unpack tupperware lids - and not tupperware conatiners? Why can't I find my socks? Is that a killer dust bunny chasing me? Why are shower curtain rings so disagreeable? I've always had a healthy respect for domestic labor while also having a natural dislike for it. It's hard work! Which just makes me all the more appreciative of all of the folks who have done reproductive labor on my behalf in the past (ie, thanks Mum!).

On that note, I think it is time to finish up some minute household chores and then get myself to bed to adjust to all the location-specific noises of things that go bump in the night at my new *home sweet home.*


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