09/17/2019
The ART of Organization and Service!
“He’d taken charge of so much during our relationship. He was twelve years older than me, so he made all the decisions: where to go, what to eat, what we were going to buy. He didn’t even like me working. So when he died my life was a mess-- literally. I wasn’t quite a hoarder, but close. There was laundry everywhere. The couch was covered with worn shirts. You couldn’t even find a spoon on the table. I couldn’t stand it, so I left it all behind. I travelled for two years, living off the life insurance, running from misery. But I kept losing my passport. Over and over again. It infuriated me. And that’s how I finally became orderly. By getting so angry that I couldn’t take it anymore. I began with my luggage. I organized everything. I made a place for my papers and keys. Oh, it felt good. I loved it. I could finally relax. To be organized is to be at rest. You should see my home now! It’s immaculate. Everything has a place. All the clothes are put away. I actually use a catalogue to fold them so they’re all the same size. I love every little detail. Organizing has become my art. It’s how I express myself. In February I’m going to the butler academy. It’s a lottery ticket. It’s my dream job. I want to live in a beautiful house, together with a family, and take care of them. I want to take away all the chaos in their life. To order things. To arrange things. To be the one who always has the passports.”
(Amsterdam, The Netherlands)