Plastic bags

I was 18 years old when I started living alone for the first time in my life.

I wasn’t worried about living alone, I couldn’t wait for the day I would move to my new apartment.  As you often hear from teenagers, I felt like “I got off the leash”.

My life as a university student was exciting, tough and embarrassing, for both studying and handling the housework. My room was messy most of the time. My classmates seemed so much more sophisticated and intelligent than me.

One day a friend of mine visited my place. We were in the figure skating club and she was a quick-learner. She noticed some plastic bags that were tied up and saved for later. Unfortunately they were a bit too big to be neatly stored in my tiny kitchen.  She started to untie the bags and fold them into as small, flat triangles.  They were beautifully shaped and stored somewhere in the kitchen.

Two decades have passed. I keep folding plastic bags as triangles.  This is one of my housework habits now, and I sometimes remember my embarrassing days and her back-scratch spin on ice.