I am terrible at cleaning and packing. Admittedly there are many things that I am terrible at, but those are the two things that make my adventuring lifestyle quite difficult. That's what highly organized sisters are for, right?
This is my little sister. My self motivated, independent, beautiful sister is a efficiency machine that cannot be stopped. She is amazing and she drives me nuts. We are polar opposites in almost every way. She is focused. I am scatterbrained. She is motivated. I am a procrastinator. She is determined. And I don't see much of a point in doing anything I don't want to. Basically she is one of the greatest people you could ever meet and I am incredibly jealous and frequently irritated by her absolute perfection, but I love this girl.
Over the past week she has been helping me turn my disaster of a bedroom into a usable space. My idea of cleaning my room has always been to dig a trench amongst my clothes and papers so that I can get from my bed to the door. And the gold star for the best idea ever goes to...
Her idea of a clean room actually involves cleaning the room. Crazy right? So my amazing sister comes into my domain, crowns herself the Queen of the Clean, and starts giving me instructions on how this is to be done.
"I want to do my desk first." The Wanderess says.
"Look at the floor." The Queen of Clean responds. "Where are you going to put the stuff from the desk while you're organizing it?"
*The Wanderess bows and waits for further instructions from her superior*
And packing? Don't get me started on packing. I went to the UK and France for about a month earlier this year. Before I left this girl packed for me and did a brilliant job of it. I would have just opened my suitcase and poured in my buckets of clothes (yes, that's right I keep my clothing in unorganized plastic bins on a metal storage shelf). But the beautiful Queen of Clean waved her magical fairy wand and suddenly every piece of clothing I could possibly need for my journey was perfectly rolled up into my suitcase, with room for souvenirs to spare. It's definitely not that simple but she makes it look like a piece of cake.
At the beginning of this week I tried to simply consider cleaning and packing for Germany on my own. That thought ended with me curled up in a ball in the bottom of my closet sobbing, while my sister, afraid for my sanity, called my dad to tell him about the mental breakdown her big sister was having over a pile of laundry.
The day I started the blog I also tried once again to clean my room. I started laundry first. Laundry is the worst for me so I might as well get tacking the giant out of the way. Then I tried to make a list of things I need to take with me. That's simple enough right? Wrong. Panic took over and then it was Queen of Clean to the rescue!
Basically the moral of the story is that even the amazing Wanderess is perfectly incapable of adventuring without the support of her sister, the Queen of Clean. A big thanks to that girl for helping me get all set and ready to go! I love her. She are certainly the best of us.
Love Always,
The Wanderess
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