Ask anyone who knows me and they will tell you that I’m a nutty neat freak! And to be quite honest, if they said just that, well, then they’re being quite kind.
Hello. My name is Claire Martin and I’m an obsessive-compulsive cleaner.
I have lost more than one relationship over my need to keep my floors gleaming.
One gentleman, in particular, stormed out with the words “.. and what’s with all the bloody floor-cleaning?? You could do surgery on your floors..” Personally, I was glad to see him go but also slightly bemused – he was a slob (by my standards) – and his parting jab felt, to me, like a back-handed compliment!
My flaws aside (word-play intended!!) I have often wondered why my desire to see things clean, neat and orderly exists.
As an educated, fairly well-balanced adult – I have thought long and hard about my enjoyment of cleaning (and I’m assuming that therein lies a subliminal need for therapy but let’s not go there right now!).
Needless to say, I find cleaning cathartic.
My cleaning usually involves a lot of physical work. Pulling out gear from closets, wiping down back walls and baseboards with soaps and sponges (sometimes even painting), putting everything back newly organized by colour, shape, size or season. I often reorganize furniture and I have (confessional moment here) even alphabetized a spice rack!
When all is said and done – I feel rested; complete; at one-with-the-world.
So here’s why I am a little at odds with my world right now: I’m moving. And everything I own is currently on a large, shabby (by my standards) truck heading into the BC Interior. I have actually enjoyed packing; my love of boxed orderliness was thoroughly sated. But I am now living out of a suitcase.
I have done this numerous times before – but for some reason – at this stage in my life, I find it completely disconcerting. I’m discombobulated.
So if you see me wandering around the streets of Vancouver looking vaguely lost – I’m not – but in a way – I am!
Here’s hoping everything arrives in one piece, to the correct address, on the right date and time – and I can start opening boxes and organizing. Here’s to the organization that awaits me at the other end of this adventure!