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My Ability To Grow Garbage

My Ability To Grow Garbage

For my husband, Andrew, and I, it was love at first click. We met over the internet (Yahoo chat room to be specific) that launched a long distance relationship that lasted several months. Within a couple of years of moving in with him we were married, and the rest, as they say, is marital bliss.

So how does my ability to accumulate an overflowing trash can fit into all of this? Let me explain: one of the best aspects of being long distance in the beginning of our relationship was it forced us to really get to know each other. We would spend hours on the computer, or talking on the phone about pretty much any topic we wanted. One night the conversation evolved into home decorating and our respective “dream” kitchens. I think the question went something like, “if you could have any luxury appliance in your kitchen, what would it be?” To be honest, I don’t remember what his answer was, but we both remember my answer: a trash compactor.

Now by this stage in our relationship, I am not sure how much Drew knew about how much I love organizing. If he had been to my apartment by that point he would have seen that I am a very tidy person. But it wasn’t until I visited his house, which was, let’s just say in a bachelor state of less-tidiness that he learned what my need for clean really was.